In some countries you see them everywhere. 

Just walk down the street and they’re there: the street vendors, the micro business people whose lives are spent every day, every hour of every day, fighting to sell their meagre wears and support their families.

What stories they could tell….

If only they and I could share the same language. Mostly though, it’s the better educated people, the middle class professionals, who can speak English. And so their stories, the stories of the street vendors, never get told.

And they deserve to. So I take photos, capture images – a paltry alternative without their voices, their life stories…….

North Vietnam

Myanmar

Tamil Nadu, Southern India

Haiphong, North Vietnam

Aswan, Egypt

Madhia Pradesh, India

Rangoon, Myanmar

Eastern Laos 

Eastern Cambodia

Egypt

Mexico

The Philippines

An epic on the street: the street vendor, a picture of resilience, patience and somehow also, grace – this in circumstances which are anything but graceful. 

An epic on the street, an image which could have been painted by Vermeer. 

Confronted by the grind of long days, hard days, the street vendors still have their dreams, their hopes….