The Photography of Dr. Jeff Harper

If you are ever in or around the Charoen Krung Road area of Bangkok (near the Shangri-La and Oriental hotels), pop in the Harmonique Restaurant . . . one of the most visually interesting restaurant in the world . . . and very good traditional Thai food.  Bring your camera!

 

The Harmonique is located down a dark alley, literally . . .

 

. . . but a look in the front window will reveal a warm and welcoming enironment.

 

You'll be spiritually safe within, as the space over the front door has the complete set of spirit chasers in place.

 

The entry way in seems like something out of a 19th Century novel.

 

The restaurant is actually a 19th century Chinese family home, converted to a restaurant in the 1950s,  with all the original architectural details intact to this day.

 

The lighting creates an extraordinary ambiance.

 

There are tables in small inner rooms, and some in an open air courtyard.  We sat inside a lovely room, as there was a light rain falling.

 

The view from the inside looking out is just as interesting and complex.

 

The spaces are decorated with an abundance of interesting old Thai arts and crafts.

 

Some arrangements were absolutely amazing . . .

 

. . . and some were very humorous.

 

I find the live electrical wires interesting . . . it is worth a walk around to study the details of this old Thai house.

 

I discovered these restaurant awards.

 

An old family friend, Khun V, acted as the perfect host. We were out on the town with a visiting friend from Hong Kong, Vicky

 

We had a wonderful meal . . . a nine dish set of traditional Thai delicacies . . .

 

. . . I loved these . . .

 

. . . and these were delicious.

 

My wife enjoyed the coconut ice cream with mango slabs. 

 

We paid up at the front (reasonable cost) and headed out into the alley.

 

We were greeted by a friendly Thai tuk-tuk tout, but we had driven.

 

I enjoyed the walk down the dark alley to our car: a chance to test the low light capability of my new Sigma 50mm f1.4 lens.  WOW!

 

Our little reptilian friends work day and night to keep the mosquito population down.  Thanks little buddy!

 

Although this alley might seem a little spooky at night (it wasn't), by day it is full of kindergartners from this charming old school.

 

I glanced over and looked down a walking path and saw this golden Buddhist chedi buried in the urban mesh of a Bangkok night; a fantastic vision.  This is one of the things I love about Bangkok: the things you see are always surprising.

 

The free vinyl stickers of the Big Cola advertisers make for good home repair material.

 

We made it to our car at the end of the alley.  A good time was had by all.  There are always people out and about in Bangkok at all hours of the day and night.  Civic culture to be enjoyed, and witnessed.

Rope Recycler

A couple of weeks ago Basil and I were driving up a country road on the way to re-shoot a Wat in Samut Songkhram when I saw this pile of roaps out of the side of my eye.  We stopped to take a look.   What we had stumbled upon was a back yard rope recycling operation.  This part of Thailand is near a fishing port which apparently has enough used rope laying around to support this recycler. 

 

The old ropes were sorted and separated for re-twisting.

 

There were all kinds of different ropes.

 

It looked like a complex procedure that required a high degree of exactness

 

Some of the rope looked quite new.

 

A boy learning the ropes . . . . holding the end of a set of ropes while a large flywheel at the other end twisted a new rope.

 

We continued on to The Boathouse Resort to shag a long-tail klong boat for some waterborne photography in the early morning.

 

We didn't have to go too far to find photogenic material.

 

The resort had recently pulled an old bicycle from the klong.

 

Beautiful tropical gardens everywhere.

 

Sometimes the backsides of tropical leafs are the most beautiful, like this . . .

 

. . . and this frond.

 

We hired a boat and headed into the swamps.

 

The klongs (canals) around these parts offer a mixture of dilapidated dock and commercial structures mixed with sublimely rustic beauty.

 

Life along the klongs looks very idyllic.

 

There are many old boats along the klongs, like this lovingly restored old river tug.

 

A relic of a bygone era: a Thai canal boat.

 

Lovely scenes of boats at dock.

 

This is my dream house.  I may look to see if I can lease one of these.  I would love to spend my week-ends here!

 

One could while away many hours in these klong houses.

 

Life along the canals is serene.

 

Maybe I can make a good deal on this "fix-er-upper."

 

I think my wife would prefer this old traditional Thai-style house.

 

Some people make their klong homes very special.  I suspect many of these cool places are occupied by week-enders from Bangkok.

 

The old styles and weathered surfaces make for an atmosphere that calls to me.  Why?

 

Many of these canal structures are only accessible by boat.

 

I have been up this particular klong many times, but I always take many photos of The Blue House (following).

 

Yep, me and this house have a connection.  I don't know what it is.

 

Next time I'm in the area I will make an inquiry.

 

The shady side of The Blue Klong House.

 

I love how the use of pre painted used blue lumber creates it's own patterns and textures.  Wonderful.  I want to live here soooo badly!

 

As we putted along in our long-tail boat in the morning idyll, we happened upon an old woman hawking dried reeds from her little teak boat.

 

The same ancient commerce being plied along the same ancient klongs of Samut Songkhram.

 

This canal side boathouse was very charming.

 

I can see myself whiling away a day with a good book on this porch set deep in the palms.

 

Yep . . . I'm going to have to look into leasing one of these places . . . and soon.

 

Every now and then, around a bend, you fid someone doing commerce.  You wouldn't go hungry if you lived in the canals . . . your lunch would come to you.

 

Around a bend we came upon a young man emptying a hollow log of it small crabs . . . perfect for sum-tam, a Thai favorite.

Live along the klongs is very attractive . . . and an ever more compelling force in my life.

 

OUT ALONG THE BANGKOK TO HUA HIN HIGHWAY.The last time we visited this Wat out among the salt pans of Samut Songkhran it was covered i scaffolding and painted a gleaming white.  Today it is completed in its gold leaf . . . and stunningly beautiful.

 

A beautiful day.  The old Wat structure, what I believe to be the original teak temple, was being dismantled.  Too bad, it was so fantastic, but a reminder that Buddhism Thailand is a living institution, not an historical novelty or a simple tourist attraction.

 

A 5m mold for building giant Buddhas was left behind t the Wat.

 

I am at a complete loss to explain or understand this Wat display.  A big donor? A friend of the abbot?  You tell me

 

Samut Songkhran to Hua Hin Giant Wat

I always drive past this huge Wat on the way to Hua Hin.

 

When you enter  the grounds of a Wat, you enter a completely different reality . . . the possibilities change.

 

The interior of this Was was AWESOME . . . . there is no other word for it.

 

On our way back we decided to stop in at a giant Wat along the highway.  I have been watching this mammoth structure being build over a ten year period, so time to an update.  WOW!

 

Simply gorgeous.

 

The detail on the giant Buddhas included myriad smaller Buddha images.  Opulence beyond imagination.

 

The Wat grounds held this giant chedi, over 100m tall.

 

Interestingly, the big chedi held a smaller and much older chedi within.

 

A memorial image of an old revered monk or abbot.

 

Unbeknownst to us, we arrived on a day when a ceremony  involving wrapping the old chedi with golden drapes . . .

 

. . . accompanied by monks chanting and the banging of a large gong!

 

There was a Wat gift shop with the chedi (there always is) that had on display some Buddha images for "sale" (donation) for your home altar.  The plastic wrapping with the accumulated dust created an eerie visage.

 

We walked all around the Wat grounds.  It was a very beautiful and serene place to spend part of an afternoon.

 

Devotional remnants.

 

Self Portrait.

 

One of the ways the Thais like to show respect is by radical festooning with colorful bunting.

 

Roadside Attractions:

We stopped several time o the way back to Bangkok to take photos of the visually interesting.  Salt bag pattern.

 

We pulled over at a roadside purveyor of dries fruit of the sea: squid . . .

 

. . . and still more dried squid . . . .

 

. . . . an array of fish snack from many an oceanic phylum . . .

 

. . . and, yes, blister-packed dries and smoked fish.  There was another kind of dried sea food there that could only be described as . . .

 

ALIEN FLESH:

I was very tempted to post these "alien flesh" photos as a straight "I just got back from the UFO Convention and took these photos of alien flesh." . . . but I didn't.  That's all the world needs is more UFO "evidence" finding it's way onto the Internet!

 

More "Alien Flesh," southeast view.

 

There have been a lot of UFO sightings around this part of Thailand lately . . . . could this be dried and pressed alien skin, as the vendor claimed?

 

The Thai guy I bought these from said that these emerged from a dead alien, but died soon after contact with the atmosphere.  But for only 180 Thai baht for the four piece set, who could pass it up?

 

The same Thai vendor said this was part of the head structure of the alien.  I  don't know . . . it doesn't seem right . . . but he was asking too much for them.

Statues of The Buddha and revered monks are often covered by gold and silver leaf as a sign of loving adoration.  The patterns the hundreds of followers leaf on the surfaces of the Buddhas are a record of the love and respect.

 

The foot of the Buddha is sacred.

 

The gold and silver leaf is applied to all surfaces of the statues.  I walked behind a line of Buddhas and discovered marvelous patterns and forms.  Enjoy the slide show that follows.

 

Mueang Trat is about three hundred kilometers due East from Bangkok, just above the northern end of the Gulf of Thailand.  Trat is both the name of the small market town and the Thai Provence.  It is the jumping off point for travelers and tourists bound for the islands of Ko Kut and beautiful Ko Chang (literally, "Elephant Island") and their dive shops and cheap bungalows.  But those places hold no charm for me (been there, done that).

 

ON THE ROAD: BANGKOK-TO-TRAT, VIA THE CHONBURY HIGHWAYA road trip in Thailand is similar to road trips anywhere in the world . . . . it's always weird, but the weirdness varies with a cultural twist.  Here we have an auto accessory shop that figured out what to do with the old floor mats, tires, and air cleaners . . . all 30 meeteres tall of it!

 

We left Bangkok at 6:30am, so by the time we were well down the rural Chonburi road, the light was perfect.  Buzzing along at 140kph I threw on the skids when I saw this magnificent Thai Wat.

 

This particular Wat seemed either brand new or particularly well-maintained.  It was absolutely perfect in every way.

 

What a wonderful Wat with a welcoming Wat rabbit (Say THAT five times fast!)! I assumed the Wat was brand new after all.  The world of spirituality does not get nuttier than this!

 

Once inside the Wat enclosure we discovered the Wat reflected in the polished marble floor. Beautiful design and execution.

 

We got to looking at my GPS to see what "attractions" were not too far off the main road to Trat.  "Buddha Cave 7km" looked inviting, so we swung down a country lane, saw the "Buddha Cave" sign, parked, and looked up to see this monkey sitting on a post: a good sign. Great: an opportunity to test my new Canon 70-200mm f2.8 Series II lens.

 

Hay!  Get OFF my truck!

 

Thanks for posing, cousin.

 

The Buddha Cave was fantastic, its entry guarded by a huge Kwan Yin statue.

 

Taking photographs of a bunch of monkeys running a round in the wild is a lot of fun.  The cooperate sometimes, and sometimes, right when you think you are taking the shot of a lifetime, they taunt you by moving.  Monkeys are fantastically engrossing . . . . in their natural habitat.

 

Inside the cave/grotto were many beautiful Buddha images . . . and no pesky monkeys.

 

A stunning Buddha in the "Banishing Mara" pose.  In addition to the fine Buddha images, there were several mossy cascading stalactites.

 

The Buddha Grotto was not the only attraction at this stop.  Some monks directed us to a path that was suppose to lead us to a series of interconnecting caves at the base of nearby karsts covered in dense jungle foliage. As soon as we stared up the path, a dog joined us and acted as out pathfinder for the rest of the morning.

 

The heat and humidity under the jungle canopy was already oppressive: we were drenched with sweat.

 

The images to look at, and photograph, on a jungle floor are limitless.  We only stopped a few times for a still life or two, like this knotted vine . . . we wanted to get to the coolness of the caves.

 

I could hav stayed all day in that jungle . . . with a maco lens.

 

It was a steep climb up and down the face of the karst.  Periodically steps were provided, but their state of maintenance made their use questionable . . . and dangerous.

 

After a thirty minute walk and climb we arrived at the entrance to Singtoyai Cave, thanks to the good directions of our guide dog.

 

The walk down into the cave was steep with only occasional steps.  The look back, out of the mouth of Singtoyai Cave, was spectacular.

 

Yours Truly in the Singtoyai Caves, Chonburi Province, Thailand.  (Photo by Basil Tahan)

 

The cave was a maze of colorful tunnels and water worn surfaces.

 

You travel with a professional photographer and you stop to take photos.  Thanks Basil for the many camera tips.

 

This type of cave is referred to a karst remnant: it had been eroded out by water at some point, either underground or as a coastal island.

 

It was not one degree cooler in these caves!  In fact, the heat index was much higher, due to the extreme humidity.  we walked around in the dark with only one torch-light most of the time . . . and were glad to see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel.

 

When we finally got to the exit on the other side of the karst formation, the light coming in from above was tinted and filtered through the green foliage of tall tropical trees!  This is a 1.5 second long-exposure shot at f4.0 and ISO 640 with the Canon L-series 24-105 lens on a Canon 5D Mark II.

 

We came to this "cave exit" and walked out into the bright sunlight.  We turned left and left again . . . walked about 500 meters and came back to this very "cave entrance" . . . we were lost!  We decided to retrace our steps to find our way back to my truck.  When we got there we loaded up and drove the rest of the way to Trat without tking the side trip to Chanthaburi; it was getting late.  We stopped only once . . .

 

Our progress to Trat was temporarly halted when we happened across the topiary wire frame capitol of the world.

 

Basil and I were photographically stymied!  We took hundreds of photos of this amazing sight - a field full of every conceivable animal sculpted in wire, like some kind of surrealistic 3D line drawing in space. None of the photos really captured the feel of the place.

 

TRAT TOWNTrat is one of those Thai towns that you fall in love with immediately.  The old wooden buildings, the slow pace of life, and the lack of treaffic make you feel that is still in the 1930s in Trat.  Spaces itself seems old, as it should.

 

Scrumpteous old wood patina.

 

A thick patina of time and a lack of maintenance hangs on everything.  Wonderful.

 

Trat aboounds with fascinating shadow, color, and texture.

 

Detail from the photo above: telephone wire shadows across the degrading wall.

 

Maybe it was the light, or maybe it was my stae of mind, but the most mundane objects took on a special visual significance in Trat.

 

Oh my!  What a color!

 

Trat is a very "walkable" little town.

 

There is much to stumble upon here: a guest house gate, green in more ways than one.  There is a small community of resident expatriates here in the small back streets.

 

We met the French petit commersent who ran and lived in this little storefront.  He had left the rat race of Europe behind for a slower and quieter life in Trat selling used books and locally produced herbal treatments  Nice.

 

Not having  back yard did not stop the Frenchman from providing his children with gym equipment.

 

We meandered through these old back streets for hours until . . .

 

We stumbled upon the Dimklong Boutique Hotel . . . cheap, clean, tastefully appointed, and with the only real cappuccino and espresso bar in town.  Heaven!  they only had five rooms, but two were vacant.  What a lucky find.  Interestingly, they do not have a web presence!

 

Trat is a living, working old market town.

 

There is so much of interest in Trat . . . a kind of photographers heaven.

 

The weather worn old wooden doors of the shop houses evoked a sense of an earlier time.

 

Not all the shops were closed: I wonder how long this shop has continuously been a tailor?  The old couple inside seem an organic part of their store . . . and the styles displayed in their window seem as old as the city itself.  Interestingly, the next day, our boatman was wearing this very style!

 

Thai people can be very aesthetically creative: a tasteful use of a topiary wire ball and a couple of old shower curtains hung from a tree.

 

The old part of Trat is a maze of small walking streets.

 

Weathered wood everywhere you look.

 

Interesting idea to paint only one vertical panel.

 

After checking into the Dimklong Boutique Hotel, we walked across a little bridge of a klong to a small eatery.  This photo epitomized Trat: lazy, tropical, a perfect place for spending the day in a hammock.

 

After lunch we all napped and then headed out of the hotel toward the center of town for some evening photography.  These roadside eateries serve delicious and clean food.

 

Many beautiful touched on the Trat homes and businesses . . . civic pride everywhere.

 

We walked along Luang Art Soi toward the night market.  These people seem to have perfected the art of displaying impulse items.

 

There is always something interesting around every Trat corner.  I love these old Thai working market towns that are off the tourist trail.

 

We arrived at the Trat night market about the time it was getting dark. Pick up something for dinner on your way home, would you?

 

A Halal sausage hawker posing, Trat night market.

 

Thai people seem to mostly take their meals out of the family home.  We were thinking of doing the same . . . until . . .

 

. . . until we saw the name of the street.  Never buy any food on a street named "Food Safety Street."  Just kidding.

 

It was a hot night, so we all had iced fruit juice.  The orange and carrot was especially delicious.

 

They seemed to be a married couple moonlighting in the market selling steamed dim sum.

 

Properly aged meats bring out the best flavor.

 

We meandered through the deserted streets towards a restaurant the hotel recommended.

 

Waiting for the day's last customer.  Trat beauty parlor.

 

This is why I travel, why I live in different countries: to stay in a perpetual state of wonder and awe at the actuality of the supramundane.

 

By day, an ice depot; by night the home of the ice dray carts and ice draymen.  So touching.

 

One of the species of life on this planet constructs these structures.

 

On advantage of living in the back of your shop is that you can make a late night sale.

 

Dark, quiet and humid: Trat back streets.

 

A few times in your life you happen onto a scene of such beauty as to be moved in a profound way.  Stumbling upon this corrugated house in Trat was such a moment for me.  And I had my camera with me, too!

 

I took a large number of these "Wall Portraits," my favorite subject, when a car careened down the narrow alley and stomped the breaks, narrowly missing me . . . . but it was worth it.

 

The effect of the brake lights on the corrugated wall left me breathless.  Sometimes a great photograph just happens right in front of you and it only requires pushing the button.

 

We left the beauty of the magic corrugated alley behind . . . reluctantly.

 

We made it back at the Dimklong Boutique Hotel quite late and swore to an early departure . . . or by when the hotel espresso bar opened.  I slept like a baby, corrugations dancing in my head . . . .

 

THE TRAT RIVER ESTUARYAfter spending a delightful day and night in Meuang Trat, we headed out of town on Thai Highway 318.  As we left town we noticed a major sea inlet lined with fishing trawlers.  We pulled off at the first small road that went to the estuary.

 

What we found was a very busy little "mom and pop" fishing operation.  There was a large shed with many women repairing and joining the fishing nets.  The women obviously enjoyed each others' company.  My basic Thai language allowed me to hear that the net menders were kidding each other about the falang men present . . . . they were giggling quite a bit.  We looked around the docks to see if we could hire a boat and boatman to take us out on the water to photograph the big colorful Thai trawlers.

 

We asked around and were directed to this old man and his too small boat.

 

Our Boatman was a sweet and very photogenic old guy.

 

While our boatman affixed a couple of planks and a big wooden bench on his little boat, Basil and I meandered around the docks looking for something to photograph.  We were not disappointed . . .

 

Nautical anchor, net, and rope.

 

We set out on the Trat River estuary under a darkening sky as a trawler chugged out to sea.  We hugged the bank, afraid of the bow wake.

 

The Trat River estuary reminds me so much of my experiences on The Congo River: fishermen the world over arrive at similar solutions to getting fish out of the water and onto their tables or to market.  These fish traps, stacked and ready to deploy, are identical to what I saw in The Congo!

 

The fish traps are affixed at the junction of two fish fences.  The current, or tide, sweeps the fish into the fish trap.  Very simple.  There is a one-way trap door to keep the fish from getting out.

 

We didn't see anyone tending the fish traps; perhaps the tide or currents were not right.

 

In some places along the river the Mangrove swamps had yet to be filled for commercial purposes.

 

The Trat River estuary is dotted with trawler operations, large and small.

 

I am always  fascinated with these river shacks, and fancy myself living in one some day. Well, maybe not THIS one.

 

This is more like it: perfect Tom Sawyer living.

 

Our little rented boat stayed close to shore and we got a good look at the life along the river.  A scuttled trawler from a bygone time.

 

There were hundreds of these Gulf of Thailand wooden trawlers.

 

Most of the trawlers were in port on a "turn around" and were very busy places.

 

Being in port is a good time for the deck hands to make repairs.

 

It seemed that many of the trawlers were occupied with the crew who may not have had anywhere else to call home.

 

We must have been quite a site to the fishermen as we putted by in our overloaded little boat with the giant bench sitting on top.

 

These are big commercial fishing operations, despite the dilapidated warehouses on shore.

 

There is a lot of maintenance to be done on these old wooden boats.

 

There were fantastic scenes all along the shores of the Trat River estuary.

 

Only a small part of the Trat trawler fleet.  Many of the companies color coordinate their trawlers.

 

The trawlers are beautifully painted.

 

You could only see these magnificent wooden boats from the river side . . . in a small boat.  Fun.

THE THAI-CAMBODIAN BOARDER TOWN OF HAT LEKKhlong Yai District is a narrow strip of land along the northeast shore of the Gulf of Thailand.  It is a rarely visited region of Thailand and mainly serves as a route to the Cambodian Boarder at the small town of Hat Lek.  Khlong Yai and Hat Lek are fishing ports for the Thai fleet of shrimpers, squiders, and general market fishing.

 

Hat Lek is a boarder post between Thailand and Cambodia.  It is a bustling little place where tradesmen scurry abut with carts full of produce bound for the Cambodian side.  We did not pay the fee for a Cambodian Visa, so only saw the Hat Yai, on Thai side.

 

Beautiful, and busy, downtown Hat Lek, Thailand.

 

Hat Yai was crawling with Durians.  Apparently it is a good time to send Durians from Thailand to Cambodia.  We got there early, around 7:30, but we were already too late for the morning market, which seemed to be already closing up.  I find these dray carts ("a strong low cart or carriage used for heavy burdens.") fascinating

 

There were still many dray carts heaped with Durians when we got there . . . and plenty of buyers.  Personally, I LOVE Durians and consider them the very best fruit on Earth.  They are known as The King of Fruits by those, like me, who crave them.  However, about half of our planet's population consider Durians the most disgusting and sickening fruit in this quadrant of the universe.  The human being is completely split about liking or hating Durians!

 

Durians, Durians, and more Durians.  Yum, Yum, and more Yum!

 

The cart porters were obviously NOT paid by the cart . .  but by the piece!

 

There were all kinds of dray carts toting all kinds of goods both ways across the boarder with Cambodia.  You can see the Durian traders in the background.

 

Packed, loaded, and headig for the Cambodian boarder.

 

If you have spent any time in my photo blog, you know I have more than a passing interest in push carts, dray carts, and street peddlers carts.  These carts are obviously purpose-built for this situation: transporting goods to and from Cambodia.  The porters were also fantastically photogenic!

 

Many of the dray-men were pushing the heavy loads were women, er, dray-women!  As is often the case in Thailand (and around Southeast Asia), women who work in the sun take every measure to keep from getting dark skin.  Dark skin is a sign that one is a manual laborer and not a "refined lady or a "HiSo lady."

 

A happy dray man.

 

Hat Lek must be the Durian capitol of the world! 

 

I would love one day to fill a gallery with these cart portraits . . . with one room dedicated only to Durian dray carts.  The Durian seems to me to be the best eidence that extra-terrestrials have visited our home planet.  The visiting aliens siply dropped the seeds of these amazingly yummy fruits after eating the box lunches their spouses packed home for the trip.

 

The women porters' hats and masks made them very mysterious indeed.

 

It got rapidly hotter as the morning grew shorter.  The merchants withdrew to the shade and under parisols.

 

I ran into the Porter in Blue later in the morning sitting with her young child in the shade.  She consented to be photographed.

 

One particular Durian porter caught out eye, not least for her bloodied hands from handling Durians without the thick leather gloves used by the other porters, but because she was so very beautiful.  Movie star beautiful!

 

The dray women of Hat Lek, Thailand.

 

Hat Lek is on the Gulf of Thailand, so after exploring the boarder trade in Durians we explored the little town . . . only to discover a Buddhist Thanksgiving ceremony dedicated to the sea presided over by seven chanting monks.

 

The villagers were tending hand made sand chedis along the beach.

 

It was an idyllic setting, on a perfect day.  I gave thanks as well for the bounty of the sea.

 

A perfect morning to commune with The Buddha and with nature.

 

Hat Lek also had a small fishing port.  We stood in amazement as the fishermen unloaded their boats by throwing pink baskets full of fish up to the waiting buyers on the stone jetty.

 

Although it was only 8:30am, it was very hot already.  The boatmen worked very hard.

 

Like everything we encountered on the Khlong Yai coast, the colors were vivid and bright.  Each fish buyer brought with him his own color-coded plastic boxes and baskets.

 

As we were watching the fishing boats being unloaded, a boy and his father slowly glided into Hat Lek port.

 

KHLONG YAI DISTRICT COMMERCIAL FISHING PORTAbout 20 kilometers south of Khlong Yai we passed this interesting roadside sign . . . and were immediately thrown into a perception of ourselves on a map as seen from above . . . a fun awareness shift!

 

One of several commercial fishing ports along Thai Highway 318.

 

Between Hat Lek and the fishing port of Khlong Yai, there are several commercial fishing docks.  We stopped at one and spent some time photographing the colorful scene.

 

The port was a busy place: loading ice onto ships after they have been emptied and readied for a quick turn-around, and back out to sea.

 

It was over 100f (39c) on this day.  Loading ice into the ship's hold must have been refreshing.

 

The ice workers had the best job, that's for sure.

 

Oh to be an Iceman's helper on a day like this!  Easy money!

 

Some of the 'catch of the day.'

 

This picture takin' thing ain't all that hard!  It's as easy as shootin' fish in a barrel . . .  literally!

 

The docks were full of wonderful images, like this corroded old anchor . . .

 

. . . . and the light bulbs use to attract squid to the boats at night.

 

The dock and fisheries workers did not mind being photographed.

 

Taking a smoke break among the fish crates.

 

KHLONG YAI TOWN AND PORT

We drove North on Thai Highway 318 back to the town of Khlong Yai.  We arrived in the late afternoon and headed immediately for the port . . . and the magic light that precedes the sunset.

 

Khlong Yai is a bustling little authentic Thai port town that the tourists have ignored.

 

We were greeted with more colorful and fascinating, and supremely photogenic, Thai fishing village scenes.  I never get tired of these scenes . . . and took thousands of photos. 

 

The sunlight, and the water, flattened as the afternoon wore on.  I was happy to walk along the docks taking photos.  I was in a perpetual "Oh WOW!" state of wonder. "Basil, look at THIS!  Basil, look at THAT!"

 

The people of Khlong Yai were very friendly and open.

 

Old, weathered wooden warehouses and brightly painted boats reflected in the inlet.  Photographers' Heaven.

 

So many interesting textures and patterns . . . and evocative images.

 

Basil, an excellent photographer and teacher, gave me many tips on composition and how to get more out of my camera and lenses.  Thanks Basil.

 

Wash day on the docks.

 

We walked further out on the quay and noticed the buildings on the other side were dilapidated, unoccupied, and in many cases heavily damaged.  Perhaps there had been a big storm or tsunami . . . or somebody is behind on their mortgage.

 

The abandoned green room (above) cast an amazingly abstract reflection on the water.  A little color enhancement and brightening in post-production makes for a very beautiful abstract photo.

 

There was no shortage of photo opportunities of my favorite subject; the  textures of dilapidation.  I think of it as "Old Space."

 

At some point the houses along the pier were no longer grounded on terra firma.  The mudskippers were up and about in the afternoon light making trails in the mud under the houses.  Mudskippers are fish that have adapted legs and gills for living outside the water . . . . just like the first animals that came out of the sea billions of years ago.  My advice:  Go back!

 

The sun was beginning to set, which meant it was getting near dinner time.  I found this scene amusing; Mom had obviously sent the son out under the house to catch an ingredient needed for tonight's meal . . . no doubt sum tam with small crabs.

 

The fading sun cast an eerie glow on the buildings.

 

The sunset lit up an approaching storm approaching from over Cambodia.

 

We reached the end of the pier, quite far out into the Gulf of Thailand.  Across the inlet was another pier.  What a scene!

 

The sunset did not disappoint. "That cloud look like a horse!"

 

Golden sunset light on an old building.

 

We walked out back along the same pier, completely engrossed in the light.

 

 The port was beautiful in the dying light.

 

We walked back into the little town looking for something to eat.  We stopped in a small shop for water and asked where a good, air-conditioned restaurant might be found . . .  and were told that there wasn't one in the entire town.  Gotta love that!

 

We spent the night in the only hotel in town - the Khlong Yai City Hotel (not mentioned on the Internet - how is that possible?).  They seemed completely unprepared for the arrival of guests!  Although the air-conditining did work, I would not necessarily recommend this hotel . . .  but if you need a roof over your head after a hot and wonderful day, it will do.  We woke early and drove north to another fishing village, Mairood.