This is one of my favorite shots from Myanmar—just a quiet, fleeting glance from a kid hiding behind some woven stalks. To him, I was probably the oddest thing he’d seen all week, since tourism hadn't really touched his village yet. It was right at the dawn of the country's democratic opening, and you could genuinely feel that buzz of new possibilities reaching all the way up into the mountains. But knowing how brutally things have regressed since the coup, the photo hits differently now. He’d be a young adult by now, and I always wonder what kind of reality he’s trapped in today.