August 4, 2011

In Their Eyes #1: Don't Let Go!

Tearing through a village along the Mekong Delta with a lady of few words and her flower decored horse, Vietnam. 
© Stan Olszewski / SOSKIphoto


I wish I could tell you this woman’s name.  I wish I could tell you the name of her flower-adorned horse.  I even wish I could tell you the name of the village we tore through on her blue, rusty, and bouncy wagon; but I can’t.

Maybe it’s because I was having too much fun flying along the dirt road as children looked on.  Maybe it’s because I almost fell off the back of the cart as the woman’s tiny horse got going.  Maybe, just maybe, it’s because I was distracted by the woman’s beauty hidden beneath her layers of silk and cotton.

Look at her eyes.  Look at her arm reaching back as I fall from the wagon.  Look at her whip bouncing as we move down the road.

What else do you notice?

I notice her flower printed dress.  I notice the power lines.  I notice her plump upper lip.

2 comments:

  1. Thank you Kristen! I appreciate the positive feedback.

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