I was walking on the railroad tracks that stretch to the outskirts of the town of Thanlyin. There were fields on both sides of the tracks and no houses in sight. A small path extended from the side of the track. The path was small and wooden, crossed a pond, and disappeared into a small village. In these out-of-town settlements, garbage was scattered on the side of the bridge, as if the government does not collect garbage.
When I looked at the bridge, I saw a woman and a boy standing on it. Although they were on the same small bridge, they were both doing different things. The boy was crouching and reaching for the surface of the pond, while the woman was drying her laundry on the bridge railing.
A closer look revealed that the laundry was drying in places, not only on the parapet, but also on the fences along the path. Apparently, this place has become a drying area for the locals. There is a garbage dump nearby, but I guess the locals don't care much about that. I wonder if it is because I am a nervous person that I feel that the smell of garbage is transferred to the unwashed laundry.
|Jun 2019 IN THE CITY MYANMAR|
|BRIDGE GARBAGE LAUNDRY POND THANLYIN ZINC ROOF|
June 3, 2019
August 15, 2023
SONY ALPHA 7R II
SONNAR T* FE 55MM F1.8 ZA