These shelves, loaded with floral offerings, seem to overwhelm the women who sell them to worshippers at the Schwedagon Pagoda, one of the largest complexes of Buddhist temples on earth. In this case, Iíve subordinated the workers to the product they sell. The colors, textures, and shapes of the floral offerings were so varied and unique that I wanted to fill the frame with them. The workers are positioned so they do not conflict with these offerings, but rather complement them. The boss, wearing white, stands at left, working on a white bouquet that reflects the effect of a shaft of late afternoon light coming into the store through a doorway. Larger arrangements of white flowers seem to flow out of that little bouquet and move across the top of the image. Her young assistant, wearing red, and holding a bunch of green leaves, is warily watching me. She seems to have found a perfect niche at the bottom of the frame. This was the way I found them, and this was the way I left them.