|This woman shows up in front of my apartment each|
day at 4pm. I usually only see her on weekends.
She fries a rice flour cake with minced onion
over a small fire.
The street vendors are everywhere. Sellers are on a schedule. They have established routes, times that they typically show up in places and they stick to their inventory because it is known and trusted. To change could mean a potential loss of income. The people who use bicycles and push carts for selling stay low on the class structure, vulnerable to the vagaries of those in more power who want a parking space for their SUV. They navigate traffic, pushing a cart with a smoking grill through the cars on the way to their next stop. They are one step away from an accident or a crisis and the ensuing descent into loan sharks and poverty.
|My favorite. Women who bicycle|
with donuts in the case. Such a beautiful
portrait and she insisted on giving me the
donuts for free.
The development and change are everywhere yet the street sellers seem to prevail for now. When I returned from the trip to Disneyworld, the small grassy park next to my house was covered with bricks and turned into a parking lot. Fortunately, they kept the trees. For weeks before, I'd been thinking I should have photographed the cyclo drivers who often napped there in the shade or laid out their laundry on the grass to dry. But I didn't. Now they are gone.
|Fruit sellers who provision at the larger market|
and stop at locations around town to sell. There is a lot
of entrepreneurship happening outside the hospital where
this was taken.
|Not only food! School uniforms!|
|And cleaning supplies! (Siem Reap)|