Miner Face Glare Reflected Water Anyang Market

Mud streaks the deep-set eyes of a miner standing in a narrow market lane in Anyang. An intense white beam from his headlamp cuts through the dimming early spring afternoon, reflecting sharply off a puddle at his feet. Raindrops suspend in the air, catching the city lights that begin to glow behind him. His dark skin glistens with wetness and grime, against the bright, artificial glare. The shallow depth of field blurs the surrounding stalls into soft shapes of red and blue. Water droplets rest on the brim of his cap, and at the edge is the sharp, fractured reflection of his lamp in the dark water below his chin.