Dawn seeps over the Yangon skyline, on the winter solstice morning.
The thanaka logs.
A 3 seater trishaw in the lane. Incredible how the drivers manage to sleep soundly on these!
A lone monk with his fan to shield the sun when it comes up, and his string of blooms for offering
The line of monks, as the sun rises, in a line to collect alms.
The start of another December day in Yangon.