I had been staying in Tad Lo for a few weeks at this point helping Monk Ouys family in the rice field, learning how to sharpen a sigh on a stone and speak Laotian.  From my bungalow on the river I saw the kids playing in the waterfall. The sun was low and shinning right up the valley to them. It was so beautiful; I grabbed my camera and ran the short distance to them.  “Mister Joy,” they called as I arrived (that’s what the village knew me as, it means “thin” in Laotian, but I like the English version better.)  I helped Soy and Cum, Ouys brothers and their friends pull on a log to watch it float down the river.  In an instant I was on my back with my cameras in the water.  I grabbed the camera and looked up and saw all of the kids lined up as you see here.  I shook the water off of the camera and got three shots before the camera died.