Shot in the city of Yangon, Myanmar.
Got sidetracked and I entered a street between dwellings again. No automobiles ran the street and the local people wriggled instead. Some people just relaxed, some people worked on the street and some kids played around the street. They seemed to act like their normal self. Watching the people, I felt as if the street showed me its unpainted face.
Meanwhile, I found some trays placed on the ground. All the tray had a full load of potatoes. They were dried in the sun here.
When I watched the potatoes, a question popped into my mind. Although the potatoes seemed to be freshly picked, the place where I took this photo was not so far from Yangon Central Station. There were no fields around here. So I wondered where these potatoes were picked.