Myanmar Series: Inle Lake
It’s on the bright and breezy Saturday of my 32nd birthday when I saw the trees lining up on the banks of the water and the rich colors of white and blue and green in sight. My new husband of a few months organized a little weekend trip to one of the most popular destinations in Myanmar. I didn’t know what to expect, really. Breathtaking would be an understatement.Read More
It was sitting by the lakeside pier of Bogyoke Park when I finally pull my phone from my lap to draft this. The water was flowing in smooth curtains under the rise and fall of the densely green waves adorned with lily pads and the occasional birds flying by to touch the water; their long beaks diving over hoping to pull up food.
The trees lining the park are so richly green and dense – something my eyes have never seen outside of Yangon. Green and yellow hues as far as one can see. The humidity presses skin deep, with droplets of water forming on my skin. The sky is a rich grey, clouds moving to signify the impending storm. I feel the weight of the past 2 days breaking me silently inside, a deep rooted fear that’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The heaviness feels exactly the way the sky looks, and the weight feels heavier the further I carry it. My heart has stopped looking for him, or expecting him to come around a corner laughing or explaining something in his careful, ardent way. It’s an ache that slips to the surface whenever I look through our photos of happier times.
A plethora of old and new. A city of contrasts, quick witted people. Opportunists. Hustlers. Dreamers. Doers.
If there were one word to describe Alaska in the winter, it would be desolate. Void of light, a marriage of whites and greys decorating the earth.
Clear crisp wet lands. A sensory of color and abundance.
Falling leaves in marigolds and reds. Light peaking in, this late morning sunlight.
It is November and a few weeks before Winter hits us, the weather here a beautiful average of 70s. Before the holiday drinks, before the sweater dresses and the holiday lights, here are snippets of my glorious summer 🙂
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world?
There’s nothing to it
Life I know
To compare with pure imagination
You’ll be free
If you truly wish to be
The following photographs are pictures of a simple narrative – a wondrous little slice of California, a weekend away.
California, as it should be. One of pure imagination, and peace.