The men who work in our apartment building as cleaners often bring their lunch to work in tiffins: lunchpails that separate into little dishes. One worker is dispatched to buy drinks for the group and then they sit in a patch of shade outside for their meal.
this is the first photo I’ve used from lightroom – thanks to Stasha B for her continued patience with me – you’re a great photo yoda, Stasha!
Lunch boxes…. I have often wondered about the men carrying them to work.
I remember having the same kind as a child in Iran…
Mine was packed with love and attention by mom…
I often wonder who has packed theirs and how they must miss all those who love them and they love.
Nice picture.
B
thank you for the comment, Bahareh! What touches me about this picture–and the lunchpails–is the names scrawled on the handles. Who wrote those names? I see the workers shopping together in the grocery store, and wonder if they all pack their lunches together in the morning… if they pack their little lunchboxes together and there’s nostalgia inside, some sense of “home,” wherever that may be.