Photographer: Han Thit Nyeim
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
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
The Red Charming Tree
* Flowers of the heaven.
It was an evening in the first week of November 2006, there was a friend I met in the campus. We sat under that tree together for the first time. The tree was green. We liked that place and usually go back there together and discussed so many things, about our career, education, future, past experiences, culture and such a many little things. Enjoyable talks after all.
That tree is one of my favorite trees, Delonix regia (or) Poinciana regia, usually covered with red flowers the whole summer. It turn into a red tree covering with brilliant red color during the whole summer. In his mind that tree is always green. We went to that tree often. He would never have an idea of the tree in brilliant red color. He never have a chance to see our favorite tree in that completely different appearance because he have never been there in summer.
One day in May, I went to that tree alone and took the picture for a friend who have never had a chance to see the another face of our favorite tree. May be this is called cultural difference. In my opinion, the diversity of culture, concept, mindset and ideas comes from a diversity of experiences we have had. I just wish that the diversity we have will be charming like the tree with its adaptability to match nature.
Photographer: Pan Pon Pyin
Location: Chiang Mai, Thailand
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