Photographer: Hana San
Location: in her garden
waterlily in morning sunshine
Monday, June 15, 2009
Water Lily in the Sunshine
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Pinky Paper
Love is just the thing I feel
Like the flower that conceals;
Hide among it's lovely leaves
Tell me always how to heed
Heed to seek the life I need.
Photographer: Han Thit Nyeim
Location: Chiang Mai, Thailand
Monday, June 8, 2009
If I were a flower, .......
These pictures were taken when my heart was broken. I thought if I were a flower, will I be heart broken when someone leaved me alone?
If I were a flower, will I be crying when all the expectaion gone away?
I think that I am not as fragile or as short-lived as a flower.
Why those teary eyes shedding the juice of heart when I lost someone?
I think the flowers would have experienced that so many people just stop and had a glance and then leaved.
If they cry for everyone who glanced at them, will they be still beautiful?
A flower does not bloomed dedicating to someone like human beings that they can decorate the earth more than other things. May be that is why they can give a radiant of beauty, the glory of earth that comes from the gallant act. Blooming of a lower itself is adventurous effort being unkonw about thier future, whether they will be picked up by some one or will they wilted and die. They don't know who will pick them up or what kind of intention that bypassers will have. How they will disappered is a puzzel but they still glow their lives to give out glory on earth. They come on to earth without a fail. It is a small flower that have courage and glow with elegence.
I can't think why I am crying and cannot brave like a flower. I live longer than a flower and have plans in life. A flower does not come with a plan but with courage. So, I have tears when my plans does not meet with reality. If I were a flower, I will not cry and just give a beautiful smile to fill the earth with my beauty.
However, these flowers infront of me were very beautiful that I stopped crying and gazed at them. They are with similar range of colour. They have so many different shapes, colours and character but they are equally beautiful. If I were I flower, I will never compete with anyone or any flower because I am the daughter of earth and other flowers will be my sibilings.
Photographer: Pan Pon Pyin
Location: Chiang Mai, Thailand
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Monday Morning and Peacock Flowers
Photographer: Myo Kyaw Htun
Location : Bangkok, Thailand.
I saw this red charming tree right across from the bridge while I was heading to office. I took my camera out and took this photo. (click to get large photo)
Shot using D80 with Tamron 70-300mm Di LD at 300mm, F/8, 1/125 seconds, ISO-100
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Enriching and Preserving
If colours are made to be attractive,
how about this...
but....
If I were choose to be a flower, I would rather be white that anyone can put any colour they would desire and be peaceful. But in a culture........
If flower represents a culture of a nation, will we be white flowers or colourful flowers? Is that white means innocent, gracefulness and purity? Or is that mean unicolour, colourless and boaring? So, where is the beauty of cultural diversity? Sometimes I long for purity but for the culture, certainly I don't want my culture be pure. I would appreciate diversity. Some say that impurity means disguised but I would rather be disguised in culture than confront with others. Then what? Where will be my tridition, custom and culture in the age of globalization.
So, where is an answer for that cultural diversity and purity. How to accept? Where to accept and where to say no? Yes we really don't have a clear cut solution. So, how our society will be going into a unity without conflict?
If we don't mix and pure in each of our culture and unite together? If you say that I am a cocktail, I would rather accept because the combitnation of same colourless species seems lack of interst and I think we need color to mix in this cluster.
Photographer: Pan Pon Pyin
Location: Chiang Mai, Thailand
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Hope of the Night
When I took those picture, I felt sincerity. It was at the King's Birthday in the Chiang Mai University Campus. Everyone around me was laughing, bustling and enjoying the exhibition and the local markets. Gazing the beautiful handicrafts that sale on the small shop, I thought when my country would be peaceful like this. When will people in my country be able to enjoy the celebrities and festivals peacefully and contentedly?
May be some people will say that we, Burmese are not as gentle as Thai. I heard that word so many times from my colleagues. They used to say that Burmese people does not know how to appreciate.
In my point of view, it is not true. We know appreciation but it is true that it is really different in the way we enjoy the festivals. We are like more destructive and more quarreling. I think, Myanmar people are more simple and sincere showing our true emotion from the bottom of our heart. When we like something or someone, we appreciate it so much. It is like the whiteness that I could capture in the picture.
To portray a beautiful figure with elegance petals, we need the manner and ethic. We have to try to go back to a stage when we were taught well and practice well. That was the time we were less stressed and have had more freedom. We have to let the heart and thought free to enjoy properly. We have to set our heart open and our mind be free to let everyone happy calmly in our country. To get to this stage, it is not a short-term project. It would be a long-term restructuring. It is not a reformation. We have our own future to create since we are in the dark now.
Photographer: Pan Pon Pyin
Location: Chiang Mai Thailand
Pink in the Dark
Flower name : Cosmos bipinnatus flowers
Photographer: Pan Pon Pyin
Location: Chiang Mai
Dream of the Past
I took these pictures in a morning of January 2008 on the way to go up the Doi Suthep Mountain. It was misty and cold when I went up the mountain. I went to school after going to the tample at Doi Suthep.
At that time, I missed my childhood mornings. Me and my younger sister used to go for a walk in the early morning fifteen years ago. We usually managed to sneek out of the house without making a noise to avoid our parents to wake up and prevent us to go out. I was twelve years old and she was 10. When we were in highschool, we used to see the December mornings too. There was misty and cold like this on the way to our school. The only difference is that we were in a hurried at that time worrying not be late for school. However, we were happy. We have had a nice time with friends on the school-bus.
This time, I was getting worried for something but could not defined what it was. The certain thing should be that I am used to get worried now. It is even in my memory. My sister warned me on that morning to take care of my health. I think she is used to get worried now.
Photographer: Pan Pon Pyin
Location: Chiang Mai, Thailand
The Flame of the Forest
There was a day in February, I wandered in the campus feeling despair. There was a tree blooming orange red flowers near the red temple I like. It is the flame of the forest, the symbol of our university. I remember the time I climbed the tree near a little stream to pluck the flame of the forest. At that time I was nine. I felt for love. I missed my grandma. It is a very significant flower in my grandma's life.
She was sixteen and my grandpa was fifty-four, she fell in love with my grandpa taking outdoor pictures in the forest in front of grandpa's bungalow. It was a time when there were flame of the forest blooming brightly. She got married with him no matter whatever people around her refused. She had a blind love rejecting all her opportunity and a student life as a medical student. She finally divorced with my grandpa after fourteen years hearing he said to her that the monkey he brought up is scaring him then. She managed herself to get three degrees, two diplomas and a master and proved her ability to her ex-husband and in-laws. How did she manage her emotion, feelings and love? I think, the flame of the forest would have burned her heart and life. How did she face life with the little children and as a divorced wife? Her decisions and the way she lived was too bold to me. I can't imagine if there is other way for her to live peacefully in life. I am not sure.
When I see the flowers blooming as if burning in the middle of the day, I remembered to look at my heart and problems again. Is it a big scar like the problem that my grandma faced? I have courage to reconsider the problems in my life and felt that I am not that bad in life. However, the flame of the forest reminds me of a girl who passed the same problems with me much earlier on earth.
Photographer: Pan Pon Pyin
Location: Chiang Mai Thailand
On the Way to School
In Myanmar language, these flowers are called "Pann Ei". I took these lovely things near the Gan Gaw Saung.
Photographer: Pan Pon Pyin
Location: Yangon, Myanmar
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