Not on the ocean but a very different body of water. These photos were taken on Inle Lake in Myanmar and feature the fishermen of the area.
There are two types of fisherman. Those who fish and those who pose for tourists. Both have remarkable agility and balance on their long boats. They move about the boat, casting and pulling in their nets while steering tall paddles with their feet. The difference between the fishers and posers? The posers are better dressed. This fellow is a fisherman.
In my last post I talked about the many temples of Myanmar. Have you ever wondered what’s it like to take these pictures? Where for instance does one go on the level Plains of Bagan to get a horizon shot?
You go up of course.
If you have a couple hundred dollars to spare, you take a hot air balloon ride.
Or you climb to the top of a pagoda.
Sometimes the pagodas have steps on the outside leading up. Other times the ascent is from within.
Remember though that these pagodas were built hundreds of years ago. People were a lot smaller then. The steps and stairwells for these internal ascents are … interesting.
Narrow, dark and steep best describe them.
At 155cm I am not a big person but even I felt cramped in the stairwells. My size 7 feet barely spanned the steps and the sharp sixty degree rise made for a precarious ascent.
The good news was that with the walls so close, I could brace my shoulders against them for support. I really appreciated this when, at one point the floor fell away to a patchwork quilt of air and brick.
“Watch your step here,” our guide said. His tone I thought, too casual for the situation.
On the way up, I didn’t take any pictures of the stairwell.
I was a bit preoccupied.
But here’s a picture of me contemplating the descent.
Scrolling through my Facebook page I realized that I had posted not one but five sunrise photos of Myanmar.
True, the images were fantastic – that’s not a vanity, a good camera and tripod is all that’s needed – but it made me pause. What could I say about these photos that was more than the picture? What could I say about the place? Myanmar, the land of a thousand temples.
Over a thousand years ago Bagan was the center of the Pagan empire. It was a kingdom that united the regions of what is now Myanmar. Between the 11th and 13th centuries more than 10,000 Buddhist temples, pagodas and monasteries were built. The empire fell with the Mongol invasion and in the millennium that followed earthquakes, war and destruction reduced the number of temples to 2200. Even so, present day Bagan is the most dense location of temples in the world. Sheer numbers exceed the wats of Angkor in nearby Cambodia.
Traveling through Bagan it is impossible to not see a temple. It is part of the landscape. They stand by the road ways, in villages, in single homesteads, in fields of cultivated crops and wilderness brambles. Cow herds shuffle by isolated pagodas on the way to watering holes. Goats tread on the platforms surrounding restored temples. Farmers use the courtyards to dry shafts of sesame seed bushes. The temples are venerated but common place. Ancient, old and restored.
Evidence of restoration is everywhere. In August 2016 a powerful 6.8 earthquake hit central Myanmar and damaged hundreds of Bagan temples. Today many of the pagodas are under construction and restored buildings show a disconcerting mix of ancient and new facades.
I asked our guide how the restorations were supervised.
He replied that all of the temples are centrally managed by the Ministry of Archeology and that anyone could fund a restoration. The tribute stones at the temple indicate donor names and dedication.
It was a fine answer but it didn’t address my question.
Perhaps the truth lay in that restorations are somewhat supervised.
Certainly more so than in the 1990’s when the military junta initially applied for UNESCO World Heritage status. They were refused, partly for political reasons but also because of corrupt management practices and shoddy, makeshift restorations The 2016 earthquake destroyed many of these faulty renovations.
Today Myanmar has UNESCO support for repairs honoring archeological integrity. The new government is committed to steady and measured restoration. There is renewed hope in getting heritage status by 2018.
One of the best ways to experience a place is to visit its markets. In Bagan, which is relatively large, the market is open every day and is a bustling hive of activity and traffic. In the Inle Lake area, the market rotates through different towns by day of week. For both, vendors arrive at dawn to setup stalls of fruits, vegetables, meat, fresh and dried fish, cooked food, thanaka wood, woven bamboo walls, books, baskets … you name it. By early morning the centers are packed with people.
Markets offer a sensory delight in visuals and aromas with more than few surprises.
… and no, the shaggy dog was not for sale.
In the scene below, a mother was busy covering her children’s faces with yellow paste. This is thanaka, a traditional Burmese cosmetic made from the ground bark of the thanaka tree. The paste is typically applied to the face and acts as a cooling agent, anti-fungal cream and sun screen.
Normally, it’s applied in light circles around the cheeks, eyes and nose. In this case, the mother’s applied it liberally with a very heavy hand. Something her daughter seems resigned to accept.
While wandering through Nyaungshwe market, we came to a wall of shuttered stalls. At first we weren’t sure what they were but as we waited an elderly man came along and opened one of the doors.
Inside he uncovered an ancient barber shop chair. It was so old that the wood was bleached through and the metal rusted white. The seat had been re-covered in yellow tarp, but the solidness of the wooden arms and embossed metal base spoke of vintage quality. With methodical care and pride, he wiped down the chair. Minutes later he was open of business.
Whenever I travel I take lots of pictures. After the trip, it takes me a while to sift through them all. I discard the (many!) uninteresting and bad shots; select the context and story shots and choose the ones that I just plain like.
I always prefer pictures with people in them. Inevitably my favorites are portraits. For me, the sense of place is best captured in the expressions and character of its people.
Here are a few from my trip to Myanmar.
Peanut farmer (Bagan)
Market vendor (Inle)
Buddhist Nun (Bagan)
Betel leaf chewer (Inle)
Book Reader (Inle)
Cattle herder (Bagan)
For whatever reason, I almost never take pictures of children and cats. Don’t get me wrong, I love children and cats. Some of my favorite people were children once. Cats even. But as photo ops? Not so much.
Except for this one. This little monk had just gobbled up a special treat. He’d claimed a small cake included with the rice in the daily alms collection. I love the expression on his face and the overall delight in his posture.
My absolute favorite portrait from Myanmar?
That would be of the Cheroot smoker. It was taken on our first day in Bagan. We’d visited the early morning market and she was setup right at entrance. Over the next eight days I took hundreds of photos but this one, taken in the first hour, is my favorite.
Throughout Myanmar, early morning is the time to see monks collecting food and donations for the day.
Just after dawn we visited a Bagan monastery to ask permission to take pictures of the monks preparing for their morning walk.
This was a particularly large monastery and the monks separated into two groups of approximately thirty each, to cover different parts of the town. Our group walked to the township, while the other went by bus to a remote location. In this assembly of young and old monks, there was a sense of anticipation in the air. For some of the younger monks, there was even quiet levity and excitement.
Soon enough though everyone settled down. After a solemn prayer they fell into line and walked briskly into town.
I say ‘briskly’ because it was pretty much impossible for us to keep pace and take pictures. We had to hustle into our car a couple times and drive ahead to position ourselves.
Along the roadside, residents set up serving stations in front of their homes and businesses. Here they offer cooked food, money or treats. On this day, most people served cooked rice and curry but I’ve seen them also include sundry items like laundry soap and treats like snack crackers and cakes.
As you can imagine, the weight of the collection gets heavy after a few visits. Our guide told us that for this monastery, a car follows the route allowing them to periodically deposit their collection before proceeding. An advantage I think, of belonging to large monastery.
Once the route is completed the monks head back to the monastery where they’ll have the first of only two meals for the day.