The Photography of Dr. Jeff Harper

The found object in this case is this photo: found when I was cleaning up and consolidating some of my back-up hard drives.  it is from a trip to Khao Yai last year . . . a wonderful restaurant.

I was out at my drag strip race car shop yesterday. Huge storms passed all day.  Beautiful and dramatic.

The sunset, among the storms, was especially breathtaking.

Pretty.

But it was at the other end of the drag strip, at the finish line, where the true magnificence of the sunset revealed itself. How in the world could you concentrate on your driving with this scene filling your window?

Yep. My race car's racing transmission is renewed! Yep, that's a new racing torque converter too.

Read more on my race car blog, HERE.

Not only is the transmission re-newed and a new torque converter sourced . . . but it has all been re-assembled, re-instslled in the race car, and re-wired as of May 8, 2011.  Too bad it was raining all week-end or I would have been able to make some test blasts.  Oh well.

Ever changing.  Timeless.

Squid fishermen return from a night's netting.

April 13, 2011, Hua Hin, Thailand. First light over the Gulf of Siam.

The sun approaches the horizon.

The sun rising over the Gulf of Siam.

The first morning rays reflect off the sea.

A beautiful day ahead.

Good Morning Hua Hin!

The day has begun.

No two sunrises are the same.  This was the following day.

Yet another morning's sunrise.

An ordinary evening on the streets of Hua Hin. The food hawkers are out with their carts.

Some food carts are mobile -- they move about the town all night.

Some carts seem to move about and never stop.  Car batteries and lamps illuminate the product.

Some hawkers seem to own a corner.  Here dried, pressed squid strips arrayed on Hua Hin Main Street.

Our favorite ginger soup and soy milk sweet dessert cart seems to have found a permanent home on a side street.  We are very glad to have found it again!

Most carts seem to come out in early evening and set up "food courts" in the same location every night.

There is a stark beauty about the actuality of these night hawker markets.

The lighting seems to highlight the human endeavour to stay alive, as well as to eat.

The carts are wheeled in and tables and stools are brought out for the customers.

Late at night, this man seemed so lonely making his hot noodle soup.

Late night, Hua Hin back streets.

Some night hawkers walk the streets trying to sell their "hill tribe" mementos to the diminishing number of tourists . . .

Tailor shops and tourist tuk-tuks sit empty, their touts listless.

At some point every night, a decision is made to beak camp and head home through the night streets of Hua Hin.

The famous Thai tolerence allows the cheap and the tawdry in.

A hard way to make a living.  A hard way to live.