Market people

I love going to markets. Here in the Philippines there is always something to do and the moods and light change the whole day. Early mornings when the market wakes up, is being cleaned and the night people are resting and the day people are starting, eating and unloading their wares. At night with lights, candles and small fires the place is completely different again. There are always people working, tending their stalls and wares, bartering and transporting goods around. There is also always a big group of men with pushcarts and tricycles waiting and hanging around (standing by) for the odd jobs. Their bodies and faces are a testament to the hard lives they live on the streets, but they are usually very forgiving to a foreigner with a camera. You never know what you are going to get on the market, but you always come away with something