Bride
Cycling through the Cambodian countryside near Kratie, along the east bank of the Mekong river, I stopped in a little village to have lunch and take some pictures. This lady, who I first noticed sitting at the top of the steps to her stilt house, happily sat for a couple of photographs before disappearing inside. I thought that the moment had passed, but she soon reappeared holding her wedding photo from, I’m guessing, about twenty years ago. We had no language in common, but she was clearly keen for me to see the picture, and to photograph her holding it. There was no sign of her husband apart from the picture – I’m hoping that he was just out running an errand somewhere and would soon return.
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5 Responses to “Bride”
Wow. Interesting. Are you sure the woman you met is actually the woman in the picture?
Yes, pretty sure. I pointed at her and pointed at the picture, and she nodded. And it looks like a younger version of her in the picture too.
Ah ok. Now I also wonder where her husband went off to. Thanks for your reply and have a nice Sunday.
I love this. And I love the story behind it, how without words or communication, you still had an exchange.
She wanted you to “listen” to her happy story, and with a camera, you told us all about this, how amazing!