Meanwhile, the street sweeper just went about his business of sweeping, regardless.
Even if they could use some industrial-grade sweepers, people prefer man to machine. This solves labor problems.
Scavengers make their daily routes by offering to buy anything and everything electronics.
Best Buy could use some help here.
E-waste! What a waste!
As long as one can make a buck, let someone else worry about sustainability.
I love trees but not to the point of being a tree-hugger.
But nothing gives me more pleasure than to see a shaded tree in the middle of a city.
Birds chirping, cyclo drivers napping, and my heart singing.
We got forests and we got trees.
It just that they are “unwelcome” here. Trees take up too much space.
Space for multiple use, such as weddings and funerals, marketing events and Sale Events.
One New Year down, another one (Lunar) to go.
Hoa Mai , kumquat , Lion heads, Earth man, lucky envelopes, confectionary of all kinds.
In the US, they are gearing up for Valentine.
Season changes, but street sweeper goes on sweeping.
Funeral or wedding, summer or fall.
He kept the streets clean, wiping out the past as if nothing had happened.
If he were to compose a post-war version, it would be “the wedding karaoke party blasted out, and our street sweeper didn’t even stop sweeping”.
Oblivious to noise, dust, and smell, our street sweeper went about his business.
I hope among the stuff that got swept were some dead leaves; it would mean there were still hope of some shades under the scorching sun.
Street sweepers of Saigon keep sweeping and walking man walks on by. That walking man, c’est moi.