My sister and I were returning from one of our visit to a Wat in ancient Ayutthaya. I turn back and see her crossing this wooden bridge; her hair all tousled with the wind blowing. There is a quiet sense of calm all around the place and on her body language; I wanted to capture this moment in time. I also like the contrast of the green and the wooden bridge; the lampposts hung listlessly and two figures probably arguing over some love matters!