Oct 14, 2016 · 2 min read

There is no such thing as the perfect meal. But in central Vietnam, I found myself saying “this a perfect meal” more frequently than anywhere where else I’ve been before. And almost every time I truly meant it.

I think that one of the things I enjoy most about being on the road is the feeling of being present. To feel that one is exactly where one should be: sitting on plastic stools in foreign places, creeping with a camera, having glorious food in and around my mouth.

I tried my best to make sure that these photos capture the first bite of a meal. I enjoy watching people eat, and noticed that Vietnamese tend to spend an unusually long time mixing, preparing, assembling their meal before that golden moment. A country of passionate, proud food; of enthusiastic, conscientious eaters.

These photos are part of a series of daily projects about everyday life, shot over the few carefree days I had after cycling the Ho Chi Minh trail. The others are about the beach, the market, and tan lines.


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Update: I hardly take photos anymore, but I’m keeping this up to remind myself that even as I focus on other things for now, being outside is important.