All across Asia, even though I grew up here and spent most of my life here, I'm always in awe at how much street vendors carry on their shoulders. Here's one in Yangon in the early morning.
Yangon plunges into darkness every time the electricity cuts out--which is often. For those who can't afford a generator or a flashlight, candles are the only option. Here's one community behind the Central Railway Station in Yangon lit by candle light.
I love trains. So I stayed near Yangon Central Railway station this time and did a little photo essay. A mini personal project I suppose. Yangon's Central Railway Station is the largest train station in Myanmar. Built in the 1877 by the British, destroyed during World War II and rebuilt to its current incarnation in 1954. The trains are rickety, unreliable but there's a community of people who live at the station and their livelihoods depend on it.
Buses, some probably a few decades old, stuck in traffic.
48 hours of continuous rain. Rainy season here is pretty intense.
This is the man who lives in the Sofaer's building dome, a character in a documentary I'm helping out with.
People living on my street gathered to make these delicious doughy balls stuffed with palm sugar.
The new year celebrated by a four-day drunken water-splashing frenzy.