These stupas, or tombs, of Buddhist villagers, line two sides of the community square. For generations, village children have use the tombs of their ancestors as a colorful playground. Tombs do not usually line public streets or define public recreational areas. Yet here, in a small Laotian village, they do both. To make this incongruity come to life, I focused on the tombs, and waited until a child, who was chasing another, ran through them. Shooting at 1/160th of a second was enough to blur both his hands and feet, intensifying his energy and pleasure, and adding still another layer of incongruity to the first. This child, running through life, pays no heed whatsoever to his own mortality. And that’s the way it should be.