I arrived in Ho Chi Minh City expecting only to stay for a few days. Viet Nam is a large country, and I planned on seeing as much as I could during my three months here. But as I surveyed the city, I knew that I wouldn’t be leaving quickly. HCMC is “a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream”. These words are written by John Steinbeck to describe Cannery Row, but they apply here as well. Although I’ve photographed in San Francisco, Los Angeles, and New York City amongst other places, HCMC has inspired me in a way that they didn’t. How can one explain more beyond saying that we’re always fortunate when the muse visits.