contemplations myanmar Photography

Reading the runes of today~

In a world where impressions and information bombard us from all directions as soon as we open our eyes in the morning, how do we make sense of what is happening in the world?

In a single day you hear of a president resigning, a new scandal unfolding with another president, a child shooting other children, Olympic Games, your own private messages and communications, other local news, advertisements in your mailbox, and so much more to process in one single day.

Makes me wish for a life when news came from watching a starry night sky (as a friend mentioned she did yesterday to start her day), a walk on the beach, a meditation, a good, long and deep conversation with a good friend…

How great it would be to see the world from a higher place, at least once a day.

Day 46 of 365~

Image taken from a balloon at sunrise in the magical kingdom of Myanmar.

Boracay life Photography

Day 31~ August 31st~ Boracay

farewell to Boracay

Boracay is a place you leave and always dream of going back to, to its ocean, to its skies, to its lively skies and mostly to its warm people and the girl with the yellow balloon. This ends this month’s journey into the litte paradise island of the Philippines. On to the next!

Boracay inspiration life Photography

Day 30~ August 30th~ Boracay


Do we live our lives in a way that our footsteps will be worth following?

cambodia inspiration life Photography story street

Day 27~ May 27th~ Cambodia

selling happiness~ one balloon at a time

In the streets of Phnom Penh, this lovely young man was content selling drops of joy in floating balloon forms…

art cambodia inspiration life Photography story street

Day 19~ May 19th~ Cambodia

playing at home

Her little home is built on stilts, her bed is a mattress on the floor, her feet are bare, her dreams are of faraway places, ¬†her toy is a red balloon, she holds on to it for dear life…

Girl in Sihanoukville~ Cambodia



Day Thirteen, February 4, 2011

her yellow balloon of hope

Today I toured the island on a hired tricycle with my friend Sabrina to see what lies behind the exterior of fancy hotels and beach bars, shops and restaurants.

What we met was a very basic and humble way of life in little streets with stilt wooden houses, small kiosks, narrow winding streets and many smiling faces.

I am always most caught by the children who seem to mirror their culture in a pure and natural way. This little girl on a beautiful white sand beach was walking with her brother and father, her hair bleached from many hours spent in the sun, feet rough from ¬†walking barefoot, wearing a hand me down t-shirt as a makeshift dress and holding on to her yellow balloon protectively as if it held the last bit of hope of her for a brighter future…