Shot in the city of Yangon, Myanmar.
It was nearly dusk. The street where I walked was busy. Not only pedestrians but also street vendors were there on the sidewalk. When I came to a Chinese temple, I met this young man. He wore a red T-shirt and sat on the plastic chair placed against the wall of the temple.
Beside him, a big basket filled with plastic bottles was put on the ground. He was also a street vendor and sold cold beverages there. Yet he didn't work earnestly. He just sat and watched the flow of the pedestrians as if he stayed there for killing time. Even though I stopped in front of him, he didn't try to sell his articles for sale to me. The strong sunlight beat down. He narrowed his eyes against the glare of the sun.