Eleven o’clock on a cold, foggy night. The Avenues desolate, the windows of Clement Street’s regarded Asian restaurants a clammy black beneath lifeless signs.
We gathered wild flowers, black cherries, apples and grapes from the woods and fields near Ithaca NY.
Nestled in the northern hills of Vietnam exists one of the best ethnic markets in all of Southeast Asia! On Sundays, the ethnic minorities from the surrounding villages and hills come by foot, by motorscooter, by horse, and by water buffalow for their chance to socialize, eat, drink, smoke, get a haircut, and buy produce and meat for the next week.
This is a photograph of local woman in Burano, Italy. She walked at an unhurried pace, seemingly unaffected by the noise and bustle of the street behind her.