We visited the tent of a family of Berber nomads in the Sahara. She is a member of a Berber tribe known as Tauregs. They move from place to place, depending on the availability of forage for their sheep. They are essentially cut off from the world, yet this woman still wears a wristwatch (That is not polish on her fingernails. The red color is from henna, which is rubbed over the hands.) Her face is veiled. She does not make eye contact with me. There is a cultural divide here – a dozen American tourists crowded into a tent intended for four people. She has no idea of where we came from or who we are. And we have no conception of the world as she sees it. Meanwhile, she softly folds her hands together, a gesture that I can only classify as patient. She would, I think, rather be somewhere else at this moment. I made this image from the other side of the tent with long telephoto focal length (420mm) I shot in burst mode, with all sound effects on my camera turned off. Since I look down into my flip-viewfinder, and do not raise the camera to my face, I don’t think she even noticed that I was making her picture.