Here is part two of "I Left my Heart in Thailand" due to my lack of motivation in the last month or two to take photos, I have been digging through my 'archives' and taking some more out that are half decent. Just a brief background on these shots: All of these were taken in the Chiang Rai province of northern Thailand bordering Laos and Myanmar. There are nine kids in total in this orphanage, each of which is beautiful in their own way and every single one enjoys being infront of (or touching) the camera. I would greatly appreciate any critiquing. Thanks for your time. 1. Three girls draw in the dirt with a simple stick. In the middle is a portrait of a faceless girl with pigtails, and the next masterpiece is underway. 2. Michael was quite amused with this orange plastic 'racket' for several minutes in which he kept making such faces towards the camera. Gotcha! 3. A quick glimpse at the camera before returning to play in the dry rice fields 4. 5. I have never appreciated the playgrounds that are available to kids in America, Europe etc. after seeing this in the town of Chiang Saen which we brought the kids to before lunch. At least 1/3 of the crafted metal swings, teeter-totters (etc.) are broken, the ground is brick, and on one side, is a sharp rocky drop down to the banks of the Mekong River. 6.We all have memories of imaging ourselves being someone or something else. One can only imagine what Micah was thinking of here, as he emerged from the 'deep watery depths' of the pink wading pool. 7. Some might recall an earlier post of mine regarding a photo contest. Well here is the one I entered as well as the write-up along with it. (Just a warning, there is a reason I am not planning on persuing journalism ) There is so much that a child can tell us about ourselves. Upon meeting Jordan, his mischievous grin and unwavering glance would never hint at hardships he has already faced. As eight other children play with sticks in a dry rice field behind him, Jordans interest is focused solely on the camera as he sees himself reflected through the lens and I as interested in my likeness in his enquiring eyes. Riddled across his young complexion are the telltale signs of a boy who lives life to the fullest. Dirt collected during the mornings walk caught in his hair, remnants of an enjoyed breakfast around his mouth. There is a guideline in portrait photography that states that an eye should either be fully visible or not visible at all, as the eye is the window to ones soul, but perhaps this guideline does not take into account the persona of a growing boy. Closer and closer he comes, wavering back and forth. Click. The fine details captured, as a moment later he reaches out and traces his image, laughing.