I was back at the Shangri-La in Bangkok a year after I took the black and white shots in the morning. Back in Bangkok for one more conference. The days were busy, but about an hour before leaving for my flight, I suddenly found myself footloose and fancy free. I was off like a shot, to see how the street looked at night.
The scenes at night were quite different, but in a way that I did not really anticipate. The morning was full of bustle, full of the energy of a new day. Despite the fact that I took the shots in black and white, I found them to be more energetic than the colour ones that I took a year later.
In the evening, the scene reflected fatigue, a sense of being tired. The day had taken it's toll, and I doubt every one had had a good day of sales. What was left, was probably a walk back to their homes, sleep, arguments and possibly, a bed full of bugs.
Night can be quite a strange time of the day. Night reveals what the day hides. This evening, it reflected depression. I am not sure that I would willingly choose the life that these people lead. No one would. We all want to do well. We all want the benefits of the material world, no matter the sacrifices we have to make with regards to our spiritual well being.
In the chase for money, the medical community gains: we all end up with doctors, medicines, operations, psychiatrists....
The streets of Bangkok don't give the answers. Maybe, the wind does.
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