There are precious few bridges over the Mekong River in rural Laos. Yet villagers must often cross it. If they don’t have their own boat, an inexpensive taxi ride will get them across. This one holds seven. The taxi has become their bridge. I turn this image into a bridge as well, making the thrust of the boat, the lean of the passengers, and the ripples in the water seem to move even faster by cropping this image into a long horizontal frame. The shape of this frame because part of my story – a metaphor for the bridge this taxi has become. I also abstracted the image with shadow, removing the identities and creating more symbolic picture in the process. The color tells us it is dusk, time to catch a taxi and go home.