The glittering gold, whether leaf or gilded, leaves an impression of glittering decadence. A mark of square centimetres donated one leaf at a time by those who seek to serve rather than be served. Donated Read More …
With this much verdant vegetation. This bright green. Their blessing of the land is more than a holy arm waving. This country is crop capable rich. Golf course green. Across the fairway the black angus Read More …
The diesel fuel tanker delivers door to door. There is the occasional drip on the crumbling roadway. There are no pickets, no tanker complaints, no pipelines, just an old man struggling to survive. On the Read More …
The slashed greens from the rice fields lashed onto an ox drawn cart travelling down a quiet road. The silence undisturbed. A periodic squeak from an unlubricated wheel breaks the trance. We are 13,000 km Read More …
With back turned toward the viewer, the monk silently protests the political. Visiting the artists and their work in Yangon we are enlightened by Sue Shue, who from my cultural western perspective was, as best Read More …
The Sule Pagoda in Yangon needles its diamond tipped spears to the threatening sky, each point threatening to unzip the rain. Yet in the centre of the city at mile zero sits the Pagoda, a Read More …
In Myanmar nearly 85% of people of faith are Bhudist adherents. That leaves very few people committed to the conventional church-seeking-steeple-chase, but when we pause and include the mosques with the western rooted churches into Read More …
The steps are everywhere, they are the way home! These notes in three stanzas are linked by the more than the pallidrom of s’s! They are held together by journeys of change, hope and devotion. Read More …
Backed up against the painting of workers by Huang Hue at the River Gallery in Yangon we paused to consider their contribution here, their contribution at home, their way of shaping the world. The sledge Read More …
The greater light refracted by the evening mist and smog backlights the outline of the new barn. Barns have not been raised like this for generations. The last real barn raising was in another century. Read More …