


Pensive
Luang Prabang is the ancient capital of Laos. Every night, the road in front of the King's mansion - now a National Museum. Vendors from around the surrounding areas come to the market to sell their wares in all of their colorful tribal garments. Electricity to light the naked bulbs is tapped en masse from a light pole. This teenager struck me with her expression of teenage angst. She didn't want to be there. Which teenager would? Her face captured - for me - her boredom and her sadness.
Luang Prabang is the ancient capital of Laos. Every night, the road in front of the King's mansion - now a National Museum. Vendors from around the surrounding areas come to the market to sell their wares in all of their colorful tribal garments. Electricity to light the naked bulbs is tapped en masse from a light pole. This teenager struck me with her expression of teenage angst. She didn't want to be there. Which teenager would? Her face captured - for me - her boredom and her sadness.
Luang Prabang is the ancient capital of Laos. Every night, the road in front of the King's mansion - now a National Museum. Vendors from around the surrounding areas come to the market to sell their wares in all of their colorful tribal garments. Electricity to light the naked bulbs is tapped en masse from a light pole. This teenager struck me with her expression of teenage angst. She didn't want to be there. Which teenager would? Her face captured - for me - her boredom and her sadness.