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.
I have no idea why the bikes are parked this way. I have traveled to Vietnam five times starting in 1996. Since then, Vietnam's economy has exponentially grown. In '96 most Vietnamese road bicycles and cyclos. Over the years, bikes were replaced with motorbikes, then motorcycles, and now motorcycles and cars. And cyclos have been relegated to the tourist. This image reminded me of my first time in Vietnam. This could very well be a cemetery of history from a time when the country was transitioning from a war-torn nation to a major economic center in Southeast Asia.
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