One of the most indelible experiences I had in Vietnam was a long afternoon walk through a working class neighborhood in Long Xuyen. These people seldom, if ever, see visitors from another country in their backyards. But there we were, not only visiting, but making photographs such as this wideangle image, featuring two young children and the graves of two of their ancestors just behind their house. It is common for the Vietnamese to bury their loved ones next to their homes, where they will always be in sight and in memory. These children may grow up with a greater sense of continuity because of it. Life and death are indeed opposite conditions, yet they are part of the same process. These children may grow up not fearing death, but rather accepting its inevitability and understanding it. I hope this image will imply just that.