During my travels through northern Vietnam, I was fortunate to observe many traditions that have carried on and little changed through a multitude of generations. I felt as though I witnessed a society, conflicted with maintaining tradition while also welcoming the tides of change and advancement. Many of my most cherished memories from Vietnam were my interactions with women of the Black Hmong and Thai minority ethnic groups. I was welcomed into their homes, granted permission to photograph ordinary moments of their day, and given a very tiny glimpse into what their lives are like. Women of those communities manage the farming tasks, hand sew goods to sell at the markets, raise the children, and tend to the household duties. They do not have modern amenities such as an electric stove or washing machine to make those tasks easier. The women of Vietnam are strong, resilient, and find the time to also support the women around them. Men may politically run Vietnam, but it’s on the backs, shoulders, hips, and overall strength of women that keep the economy afloat.