Canvas & Chronicles by Aanya Shen
74 days: Footsteps in the Stones
Today I visited the ancient ruins of Wat Phou. It felt like stepping back in time, wandering through the remnants of a long gone empire. The quiet temple complex sat...
74 days: Footsteps in the Stones
Today I visited the ancient ruins of Wat Phou. It felt like stepping back in time, wandering through the remnants of a long gone empire. The quiet temple complex sat...
72 days: Ripples of Stillness
The slow boat ride on the Mekong was everything I had hoped for and more. The quiet flow of the river seemed to reflect my own sense of quiet reflection...
72 days: Ripples of Stillness
The slow boat ride on the Mekong was everything I had hoped for and more. The quiet flow of the river seemed to reflect my own sense of quiet reflection...
71 days: Sketches of a Dreamer: Niran
Today I visited Wat Rong Suea Ten, the Blue Temple, and was immediately captivated by the surreal blues and golds that filled the room. The temple felt like a place...
71 days: Sketches of a Dreamer: Niran
Today I visited Wat Rong Suea Ten, the Blue Temple, and was immediately captivated by the surreal blues and golds that filled the room. The temple felt like a place...
70 days: Temple's Solitude
Today I set out on an e-bike to explore the temples of Bagan. The weather was ideal, sunny but with a gentle breeze that kept the ride comfortable. The freedom...
70 days: Temple's Solitude
Today I set out on an e-bike to explore the temples of Bagan. The weather was ideal, sunny but with a gentle breeze that kept the ride comfortable. The freedom...
69 days: Beneath the Silence
Today I found myself drawn to the serenity of Kuthodaw Pagoda, a place unlike any other I've visited. The air was warm, the sky partly cloudy, with patches of light...
69 days: Beneath the Silence
Today I found myself drawn to the serenity of Kuthodaw Pagoda, a place unlike any other I've visited. The air was warm, the sky partly cloudy, with patches of light...
68 days: Silent Weaver
The market was alive today, a constant hum of voices mixed with the rustle of fabric and the clink of jewelry. Bogyoke Aung San Market felt like a step back...
68 days: Silent Weaver
The market was alive today, a constant hum of voices mixed with the rustle of fabric and the clink of jewelry. Bogyoke Aung San Market felt like a step back...