There comes a moment on the Mekong when the sun becomes a red ball hanging low in the sky, and the muddy river turns from brown to a pinkish orange. This is such a moment. To make it work as expression, however, I needed more than the coloration, which created the atmosphere and lent an emotional tone to the image, but did not tell a story in itself. This lumbering old car ferry, however, did express a sense of life on the great river. Flying the Laotian flag, the ferry is really a barge – a floating platform that barely holds a few cars, motorbikes and cyclists. It is engulfed here in world of shimmering colors that reflect the passing of day and the coming of night.