I've been haunted all day by the aerial pictures taken of an isolated, previously-uncontacted Brazilian tribe: the red-painted men shooting their arrows up at the airplane which returned six times, the black-painted figure, possibly a woman, looking upward. The body paint and bows and arrows appeared after the first fly-over, when all the people ran away.
How terrifying the airplane must have been - like the recurrent nightmare I've had where black planes slowly appear over the lake of my childhood, finally darkening the sky, and bombs begin falling in the distance, or paratroopers start hurtling down into my world.
These are human beings, even if we insist on returning and photographing them, capturing them for the world to gawk at. The Brazilian native Indian foundation insists that the tribal lands are protected so that the people can remain autonomous - but why, then, did they take and publish these pictures?
Get away! I want to shout, along with them, though they seem to be silent as they stare up at the airplane. Let these few last isolated inhabitants of the planet remain in their innocence of what the rest of us are doing and have done.