I am not sure if these kids are playing or sorting cards. A biker illuminates the ground to help them some minutes before the sun has set on the horizon.
It seems unlikely that one can purchase shoes and shirts along a highway, not in a mall nor in shopping centre. But business is thriving even in a farming town.
This bus conductor never hands out paper tickets but only lists fare payment on a folded sheet of paper. Such display of honesty is in the psyche of the Cordilleran people.
Draped in blanket, the client comfortably holds a mirror to check how his barber is making progress . . . literally under the sun and beside a city creek.
An auto rickshaw designed to carry goods, sometimes an animal for slaughter, has passengers instead. The heat of high noon and the gust made by the moving rickshaw make an ambivalent feeling for the riders.
This is most likely a graveyard for vehicles, jutting out into a river. This is a reflection of society. Just as people, unwanted vehicles are left on the outskirts or somewhere out of view. Unwanted people suffer the most.
They probably haven’t read the “No Jaywalking” sign. And if they have, they probably dismissed it as a big urban joke not worthy of a second thought for all was fine crossing the busy highway.