"The sharp knife of a short life

I've had just enough time..."

- "If I Die Young" The Band Perry

I see Beauty in many things. And like the ghosts that only speak to you if you notice them, they tell me wondrous tales. With my camera and my thoughts, I captured these as faithfully as I can to share with you. And by doing so, they gave me the reasons. And though the thousand reasons may not all be sweet and some indeed bitter; they are still reasons to live. Come to think about it, that is Life, isn't it?

Sunday, 3 March 2013

A Bag Too Many, A Bag Too Few

I've had just enough time to...   ponder on how many bags to carry -

Taken in the wholesale market in Myanmar where this is a common sight...

Stacking bags as high as they could  to save a trip...

 Sometimes, that did not paid off and everything comes tumbling down...

A bag more or a bag less
It is hard to know
The difference that will make
Experience may help
Or lead us astray
When the scenery’s the same
But the terrain differs
An extra bag may carry us
To our destination
Or exhaust us
Along the way

With their combined weight, they tried to upright the cart...

But it was not enough...

I looked up at the weather
Then search my strength
Take on that extra bag
And pray –
I do not stumble along the way…

So they have to un-load and re-stack them all again...


  1. Very Interesting! Well captured sequence.
    It's a job that calls for judgement, maneuvering skill and balancing act. Real life acrobatic act just to erk out living.
    No Oouch? Perhaps the dejection to start all over masks off the pain of the foot.


  2. A 1000 Reasons (busy... slow)
    I was walking along the wholesale market off the outskirts of Myanmar among large trucks loading and unloading goods. It was a very busy place with many coolies transporting sacks of goods with their physical strength. These are back breaking works. They will wait with their simple carts waiting for one of the warehouse or transporters to signal to hire them. Thus, they will sprang to work, loading the sacks onto their carriage and dragging it from warehouse to trucks or vice versa. Sometimes, I wonder why they stack it so high like this one which are precariously perched. And there were 4 people to accompany each cart (you can see this in my blog). I was travelling with my boss but I quietly dropped behind the group and shot these series of photos while working at the same time. :) Not easy but being a quick shooter helps. :D

    beautiful daily capture!

    Much appreciated...you don't only take good pictures, you are also a good writer...keep up the good work!

    A 1000 Reasons (busy... slow)
    As feared, the cart was unbalanced and at one point; the whole load came crashing down. Here in this picture, the two of them tried to use their combined weight to try to upright the cart. However, they were unsuccessful and they were forced to unload and restack the whole load all over again. It is a hard way to earn a living.

    You did manage to get the motion right in still photography...that's truly an achievement , my friend..
    ★vignettes_IND added this photo to her favorites.


  3. ★ineedathis added this photo to his favorites.

    The burlap bags once staple on all bagging here its very rare you see any,
    Lovely shot my friend!
    have a wonderful Sunday evening.

    Powerful street shot. ...."with many coolies transporting sacks"........I feel rather uncomfortable seeing the term " coolies" here. This term is considered derogatory and offensive by many in Asia. These people are unskilled daily wage earners.

    ★Geo_grafics added this photo to his favorites.
    Always a fine line looking for the last straw ;)
    Thanks for taking us along to the wonderful place !

    ★ΞSSΞ®®Ξ added this photo to his favorites.

    honest but hard job... excellent

    oola *
    Michiko Dead
    He manages like somebody carrying a box
    that is too heavy, first with his arms
    underneath. When their strength gives out,
    he moves the hands forward, hooking them
    on the corners, pulling the weight against
    his chest. He moves his thumbs slightly
    when the fingers begin to tire, and it makes
    different muscles take over. Afterward,
    he carries it on his shoulder, until the blood
    drains out of the arm which is stretched up
    to steady the box and the arm goes numb. But now
    the man can hold underneath again, so that
    he can go on without ever putting the box down.
    ~~Jack Gilbert
    that poem is actually about grief... but it is visceral .. for both ideas

    Fantastic shot

    ★Flamarion N. added this photo to his favorites.

    Axa_Sofia moments
    Preciosa toma, encuadre y luz !!

    A 1000 Reasons
    Dear Rajagiri, thank you for your comment and I share your sentiment totally. I hesitated when I deliberate whether I should use coolie to describe their job knowing fully aware of the derogatory connotation. And decided to go ahead anyway to reflect the harsh reality (they are doing an animal job (with no disrespect to animals)) but they are suffering human beings forced by circumstances not of their choice or their control. The term is used not for insult but to say "look, for our long period of civilization; coolie still exists". Yes, they are doing honest work but they rather be paid decent wages whatever we call them. Unfrotunately, because I've to keep it short whether in flickr or my blog; I could not explain my poor attempt at subtlety. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to dwell in it with a bit more detail :)

    henrhyde (gill)
    Beautiful , but sad presentation . very thought provoking image , of a culture that shows the struggle , of these "workers ".

    many people have such a hard time to make ends meet and create a living, but streetlife is so interesting because of this, I feel sometimes bad taking pictures - when they see me as a foreigner, knowing that I am better of then them....

    I looked at the others too, great series .... :)

  4. Very nice series! great story as well ;-)

    Greetings from the Netherlands,


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