At the Orphanage
Yangon Burma 2011
An orphan peers from a window in the old monastery/orphanage. There is a hint of friendliness but at the same time his face betrays no feeling. He didn’t duck back into the shadows as did his companion. I’m calling that friendly.
The monk is framed by the old wooden monastery walls. He is isolated by the dark interior. The light from above turns his face into a mask. Inscrutable.