In the shed dreams lurk. Ancient, forgotten things hide from the light. Lose something and you find something else. The shed is both a time capsule and a tomb. Inside, no one can hear you scream.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
The Irrawaddy River in Burma splits the country in two.
It flows north to south - from the Tibetan border to the Andaman Sea. It's waters have shaped the country's history, settlement and economic development, but the Irrawaddy
is also a life-source - inspiring, transporting and nourishing the diverse cultures that depend on her avenues
and her abundance.
Travel the river and you see a Burma not seen by roads or rail. It is an experience enriched as much by the remote landscapes as it is by the people you encounter . .
For some Burmese people there is no other life than the one dictated by the vagaries of the holy Irrawaddy.