Like all Laotian cities, Luang Prabang is dusty. Its public streets are left to accumulate layers of it, but its vast temples are kept gleaming by the flying brooms of their young monks. To me, this trio of sweeping monks was unknowingly performing an exotic ballet of the workplace for my camera. The fellow at left seems to be off in own world of fallen leaves, while the two monks at right arrange themselves and their brooms into an intricate pattern of geometric angles while searching for some remaining dust to move around.