I thought I would take a different direction for this post. To get to this assignment, I had to motorbike a long way down a dirt road - and my equipment got very dusty.
Thanx for the kudos so far - and please, folks - post some critiques of the pictures - things you think I did wrong or could improve on.
The little preschool is on a dirt road, set in a field of rice near the Perfume River. This is rural Vi?t Nam – out where almost everyone is a farmer. Preschools are not run by the Ministry of Education and Training – they are run by the villagers who get together (with some help from the provincial government) to provide the same kind of experience as kindergarten. There is a small kitchen for preparing a light meal for the kids, but there is only one classroom.
She is not a regular teacher trained at a
su pham (teacher’s college), but rather a local lady who likes kids and has some background in early childhood pedagogy. Her job is to bring some social skills to the kids and introduce them to the basic stuff like colors and the alphabet. Gentle Readers may notice the poster behind the students and see there are three different triplets of Os and As and other vowels. The Vietnamese alphabet is similar to ours in that it uses Roman characters, but many vowels have special markings on them which change the pronunciation of the letter.
As soon as the big westerner and his camera showed up, total chaos reigned. The kids went wild trying to show off for the camera – in spite of my desires to get some shots of them in the classroom. Nor did the teacher seem inclined to channel the madness, though she did put them into a nice class pose – the kind of shot I did not want.
I had to learn how to be sneaky in order to get the shots I wanted. I noticed these three girls sharing a bag of snacks, but each time I aimed the lens at them, the pack quickly surrounded the three and I got nothing but multiple faces mugging for the camera and putting fingers on the lens. Therefore, I devised a miss-direction play. I pretended to be setting up a shot in one place, but really had my eye on the girls. When I saw a good shot, I quickly swung around to get them – and the pack couldn’t respond quickly enough.
Gap-toothed smiles were everywhere. The tooth fairy must have been very busy in this village recently.
But I also acquired a new photography assistant. I had set my belt pack down so it would be easier for me to get up off the floor, but a few minutes later I noticed a very young lady slinging my lenses and other do-dads over her shoulder.
She was cute, but not a very good assistant – she disappeared when the time came to clean the fingerprints and dust off the camera and lenses.