Without an H

Hanoi street food.

If a city can have a favourite colour, then Hanoi’s must be yellow.

I sometimes think that some of my portraits are a little too static. With this picture, I was trying to make a more dynamic image, with a sense of movement. I’m not quite sure that it quite works as I’d intended, but I like the way that the chicken guy is framed by his waiting customers.

I often look for strong, vibrant colours in my pictures, but I like the more muted tones in this scene.

It’s that early evening light again.

Quick street portrait from earlier today, taken in the An Duong neighbourhood of Hanoi, between the dyke road and the river. It’s blisteringly hot during the day at the moment, so I’ve been shooting in the late afternoon and early evening a lot over the last couple of weeks. I suppose this is a different take on yesterday’s “end of the day” theme. I’ll put together a longer post or two some time soon, but for now, I’ll keep posting single pictures.

Even a stopped clock tells the right time twice a day. But what if you have a dozen stopped clocks, and they all tell a different time? What then?

A few street portraits taken in Hanoi earlier this month. What these don’t really show you is how brutally, punishingly hot it’s been.