14/05/2026
Myanmar: The First Light
In 2016, I arrived in Myanmar with no clear intention of becoming a photographer, only curiosity and time. What I found was a country suspended between silence and movement, where every frame felt ancient and alive at once.
From the humid streets of Yangon, where colonial facades crumble beside golden stupas, to the cultural heartbeat of Mandalay, the journey unfolded slowly. In Bagan, something shifted. Thousands of temples rise from dry earth, monks moving like quiet shadows across the landscape. Time feels irrelevant there.
Further north, on the still waters of Inle Lake, life drifts. Fishermen balance on one leg, villages float, mornings dissolve into mist.
Somewhere along the way, I bought my first camera, a simple Canon 100D. Basic and imperfect, but enough. Enough to start seeing, not just looking, but noticing light, gestures, silence.
These images carry that beginning. Technically flawed, but honest. The kind of honesty that comes before you know the rules.
Every photographer has a first moment.
This was mine.
