“This is Burma and it is unlike any land you know about.”
Rudyard Kipling, Letters from the East (1898)

Well, not quite. I know the Philippines. I lived there. It’s a lot like the Philippines. Actually, it’s a lot like many other Southeast Asian countries. It’s as if they all got together and decided that their corner stores would be draped in similar-looking plastic tarps advertising shampoo, that their sidewalks would be a full foot above the street, and that the gates and fences separating privileged house owners and the poor masses would be guarded by a selection of either barbed wire, shards of glass, or metal spikes.

These are just my initial observations of Yangon. I have yet to travel the rest of Burma, or Myanmar. But even though it seems familiar enough, there are so many aspects of everyday life here that are unique to this country, wedged between India, China, and Thailand. These are things that I hope to capture through my photos. And add to that the special transition and rebuilding time that the country is in, it’s a very exciting time to be here.

The most popular market in Yangon, Bogyoke Market

On our second day in Burma, our school took us to see the reclining Buddha. This was my first glimpse into the Buddhist culture of the country.


Going about with everyday business



I thought his jersey was so appropriate.


There are lots of very old cars like these in Yangon. In fact, a lot of the buses are old out-of-commission Japanese buses, from I would estimate to be about 25-30 years ago.



The tasty national dish, mohinga. It’s kind of like a thick fish ramen with many different spices.


Sule Pagoda at night, lighting up downtown Yangon