Lights

It’s these places with the warm & soft light, the warm & soft faces that really get to me through the lens. Even at night, the lights.

Sweet & sour tamarind paste with snowy coconut pieces after a bahn mi. Baskets of trinkets, the same on every corner, and yet… they glow.

Even the walls glow, through the cracks and dirt.

Hoi An, Vietnam. Go here.