Hidden in a concrete labyrinth several stories high, Yogyakarta’s daily market radiates warmth and color. The dim hallways and fluorescent lighting are no match for the imperfect beauty at every turn — from chili peppers in shallow baskets to stacks of potatoes overlooked by a shopkeeper with a twinkle in his eye. I hold up the camera and ask, without words, if I can take his photo. He responds without words, only a smile of approval as if to say… Me? You want to take a photo of me and my potatoes? Yes. Our shared moment is captured forever, and the pulse of the daily market beats on, just as it does in every community of the world.