One morning, sunlight sparkled through the bamboo tops at the village entrance.
A young woman from Hue leaned, her hat shading her from the sun,
admiring the pristine dewdrops on the freshly picked bamboo shoots.

It's rush hours in Saigon, a little light rain signals that a heavy rain is coming,
making the flow of people getting off work rush home,
leaving the road forever trailing the light streaks of flowing vehicles.

A child in elaborate attire descends to the market with their father on a warm spring day.
As I noticed them, I gestured towards my camera and glanced at their father for permission.
With his nod, I captured the best photo of the trip.

Xuan Hai fishing village lies within Song Cau town, Phu Yen province.
Amidst the vast sea, the locals here live alongside their boats,
swaying on the wide ocean, casting nets and lines, pulling in catches.

One morning, sunlight sparkled through the bamboo tops at the village entrance.
A young woman from Hue leaned, her hat shading her from the sun,
admiring the pristine dewdrops on the freshly picked bamboo shoots.

It's rush hours in Saigon, a little light rain signals that a heavy rain is coming,
making the flow of people getting off work rush home,
leaving the road forever trailing the light streaks of flowing vehicles.

A child in elaborate attire descends to the market with their father on a warm spring day.
As I noticed them, I gestured towards my camera and glanced at their father for permission.
With his nod, I captured the best photo of the trip.

Xuan Hai fishing village lies within Song Cau town, Phu Yen province.
Amidst the vast sea, the locals here live alongside their boats,
swaying on the wide ocean, casting nets and lines, pulling in catches.

One morning, sunlight sparkled through the bamboo tops at the village entrance.
A young woman from Hue leaned, her hat shading her from the sun,
admiring the pristine dewdrops on the freshly picked bamboo shoots.

It's rush hours in Saigon, a little light rain signals that a heavy rain is coming,
making the flow of people getting off work rush home,
leaving the road forever trailing the light streaks of flowing vehicles.

A child in elaborate attire descends to the market with their father on a warm spring day.
As I noticed them, I gestured towards my camera and glanced at their father for permission.
With his nod, I captured the best photo of the trip.

Xuan Hai fishing village lies within Song Cau town, Phu Yen province.
Amidst the vast sea, the locals here live alongside their boats,
swaying on the wide ocean, casting nets and lines, pulling in catches.