More than 3,000 pink pagodas nestled in green, a smoky mist hanging over the expanse, turning the whole thing orange. Welcome to Bagan, Myanmar.
The thousand pagodas at Shwe In Den tinkled in the wind, the bells at the tops of the stupas all ringing at once. It was eerie.
A lightning strike on a Thai beach. The bolt struck just at the edges of where I had framed up.
