The Master
Burma 2011
The Master stopped fanning himself long enough to turn a page in his book. The tropical sun poured into the open windows. The heat was oppressive.
Diligent
The young monks were oblivious to the heat. They bent to their work, scarcely looking up, even when I stood over them with my camera. In the back of the room young children, from age five to ten, sat on benches and chattered and laughed.