The very nature of photography is slicing time. Photographs are based on exposure to light, be it film or sensor and usually lasting only a fraction of a second. But in that unique moment, magic is made, never to be repeated, for seasons change, expressions are different, and nothing is static. It’s just a click, but one of endless boundaries and imagination, pausing time, and never to be captured again.
The vendor was making his rounds late at night in Hoi An, Vietnam. It seemed strange at the time that he was on a deserted street with no potential buyers. The scene grabbed me because of the bright lights on the cart surrounded by the dark neighborhood.