There were a few kids splashing around just out of frame. This kid just made it into the picture, warped by the corner of the lens. I think, in the larger picture, you can see he’s checking out the lady on the rock, and she’s looking back.

Isn’t it beautiful how kids can turn anything into a toy? This little girl was playing with the bucket. I love how you can see her trail through the water.

There was a community that lived on the other side of the river and they took boats to get home. I WISH we had visited, but we didn’t. It appears that this guy is heading back home. There was a group of kids who ran a little ferry across the river (one of these same small canoes). Az and I paid them to take us up to the pagoda and back.

A lady washing in the river.

This girl is about to step into the river to bathe. I don’t know which they do first – bathe or launder their clothes. On the left you can see the clothes with a bucket and bar soap. I love that the pattern on her longhi (the sarong around her waist) matches the reflection in the water.

You would think this was a spectacular site right? Well, it is, but this is just one of 4,000 pagodas in this small area, and you kinda get used to it.

A little structure on the other side of the river, probably for waiting for the ferry or fishing or something. There are also two people on the shore to the left.

They put the baskets on their heads and duck underwater using a smaller basket to scoop sand from the riverbed.

When the basket was full they walked up the riverbank and asked us for money to take their picture. I gave them $2 and told them to split it among the 4 of them, but they insisted the price was $2 per person. It’s always fun when something like this turns into a barter. You know you’re really getting below the surface and touching people’s hearts.

Looking from the side of a riverboat taxi passing under a bridge, I saw a shoeless, shirtless man in the shadow of a pillar, fishing the disgusting river.

On a one way street, with the constant explosions of motorcycles and cars accelerating past me, a girl in a polka dot dress floated in the opposite direction on her bicycle, sipping a drink through a straw.

A woman cooked rice soup on her portable cart, lit by natural light in the front few feet of a deep, dark garage.

Every once in a while you inhale particles of hot chili oil that’s being cooked at one of the street food stalls. As I was sitting behind one of the stalls, I watched a cloud of the chili oil particles float into the morning sunlight.

On the riverboat, the backs of people’s heads, the driver looking back toward me in the mirror, and an assistant standing on the boat’s banister and reaching in over a rope to take money from the young lady who just got on board. The assistant is wearing gloves with an anchor emblem on the back.

In a quiet wooden house the wooden floorboards run away from me, mirrored by the boards on the ceiling.

Wat Pho roof stuff, Bangkok, Thailand.

Dude walking down the street, Bangkok, Thailand.

Police taking a break by the banyan tree, Bangkok, Thailand.