
There's a certain kind of photographer who never really retires: they just keep shooting, until they can't any more. Raghu Rai, who died yesterday aged 83, was that kind of photographer, as I noted in my obituary. And when his family laid him out at Lodhi Cremation Ground in Delhi on Sunday, April 26, they made sure everyone knew it.
Resting on his chest was a Nikon Z8, fitted with a Z 24-200mm zoom, its lens pointing skyward one last time. Beside it sat a small yellow box of expired Kodak ColorPlus 200 film, with a Best Before date of May 2017. Together, these three objects were as eloquent as any photograph Rai ever made.