Shot in the city of Yangon, Myanmar.
Coming to a crossing, I found some parasols being opened. And some people were sat under the parasols. They were street vendors. This time, I found Kun sellers again. Few pedestrians walked this crossing and no customers of them were there. The street vendors seemed to have nothing to do. Because there were all too many Kun sellers in Yangon, I thought there were both sellers which were popular and which were not popular. It was said that the tastes were subtly different from each other.
The woman in this photo sat hunched up. And she hung on the pole of her parasol tightly as if she stood up to stormy winds. Looking up at the sky, a cloudless clear sky spread above me. The force winds seemed to blow only in her mind.