




My most current blog entry:
* In my tropical garden and around the house with my new Canon 5D Mark II and my trusty Sigma 70mm macro lens. All shots were taken hand held with available light. Here are the results.
It is the wet season and moss and mold is growing on everything, even my garden path.
All the foliage is healthy and lush.
It was an overcast day, so I am very satisfied with the low light performance of the 5D. There is so much new growth . . . unfurling all around the garden . . . secret growth.
Highly scented flowers are dropping now with the hope of propagation, although some get waylaid.
Spiny textures everywhere.
Nothing is going to eat this one . . .
. . . or climb this one.
The polarizing filter helps cut the reflections for photos like this.
As the palms grow and their trunks expand, they shed this twine-like fiber. Very beautiful.
We have a small stand of "slow growing" bamboo too.
Shocking red.
The gloomy light left a wonderful mood in the garden.
Like most people in Thailand, we have, and maintain, a Spirit House. This is a maintenance detail.
There are so many beautiful things to see in the garden, like this lotus urn, but I want to go inside now.
Living and travelling in Asia means you accumulate little somethings.
Memories and talismans from here and there, for this and that.
If you don't know, don't ask.
We enjoyed building our home; so many materials from around the world either find their way to Bangkok, or are made here.
We live near Koh (Island) Kred, famous for it's red clay ceramics.
I borrowed a Canon EF 24-105mm L f4 lens to see if it THE lens to complete my collection (since some of my old lenses do not work on the 5D Mark II full frame). Here are the results. They look promising.
My Hua Hin thrift shop Elephant Man lamp. 600 Baht worth of electrical parts and it worked like new.
It is a thing of beauty. I have this fantasy that it is one of a matched pair . . . and I am forever looking for its mate every time I am in one of those old Thai collectables shops.
Not old at all, in fact an example of the finely crafted tourist curios available in Thailand. It fits the decor nicely.
Yes, the colors are accurate; my living room is orange, thank you.
One of the wonderful things about living in Thailand is the availability of things that want to come home with you, like this gold leaf pig statuette . . .
. . . or this wooden bhikku, another piece of Thai style curios of immense beauty.
A little stone something to adorn the garden arboretum.
It is nearing the end of the "damn hot and damn wet" season and the rain has been incessant. The Thai media here is full of stories of the flooding up-country and the impending flood surge heading towards Bangkok in the next few days.
Our property is built up quite a bit with fill, but behind the garden wall is a khlong (canal) which has gone over its banks on the other side and flooded our neighbor's old Thai farm house.
I heard the thunder and saw the lightening of a huge approaching storm and ran to the balcony to test the night capabilities of the 24-105 f4 L-series lens . . . . . very nice indeed. This was a long exposure shot at 100 ASA with the camera propped on the railing. You can just see the white light of the lightning peaking through the clouds which are lit by street lights below. There is going to be flooding tonight.
I think I've made my mind up to get the 24-105 L-series . . . . . but . . . . there is the Canon 24-70 f2.8 L-series . . . maybe better in low-light and supposedly sharper . . . . but the 24-105 does have image stabilization . . . . hhmmmmmmm . . . decisions, decisions.
Canon 5D Mark II and the new Canon 70-200 f2.8 L USM IS II lens bought in Hong Kong at well below world prices. Look Out World, here I come!
I have ssince moved on from my Canon kit . . which I loved very much. I now shoot with several X-series Fuji cameas, and am very satisfied with the rusults I get with it.
It's always nice to visit Hong Kong. My wife's sister lives there, so we always get the royal treatment. This is the view from the Hong Kong side looking to the Kowloon side.
My Hong Kong brother-in-law,Johnson Li, and I like to go on little photographic expeditions. Stanley Peak is always good for some moody shots.
Hong Kong is so developed and redeveloped, so over built, and so modernised that when one sees a vestige of the old days, an infrastructure relic, you are taken aback.
Of course the eating never stops: delicious suckling pig anyone? Yes, those ARE little red light bulbs in the eye sockets and, yes, they did blink on and off. A macabre touch, to say the least.
In addition to eating, there is the Hong Kong national pastime, shopping. The same luxury global brands are for sale in each and every mall . . . a kind of Shopping Hell!
But not everything is crass commercialism. Some tiny bits of "Old Hong Kong" can be seen here and there . . . like these old fishermen's houses at Stanley Market.
The old Stanley Market, near Repulse Bay, though touristy, is a nice change of pace from the Mega Malls.
Stanley Market is a real, working local markeet in addition to a tourist destination.
Many South Asian tourists find their way to Hong Kong, no doubt a holdover from British colonial days. The shops reflect the tastes of the visitors.
Beautiful and colorful Sari accouterments . . .
. . . and baubbles . . .
. . . and knock-off bags.
Around the back of Stanley Market one could purchase exact replicas of the famous Chinese terra-cotta warriors . . .
. . . already crated and ready for shipment, at a cost below what you could imagine. The proprietor said that the shipping would cost more than the warrior. I really wanted one for our garden. However, my nephew J Harper warned me, "Yeah, but I saw in a movie where they can come to life and cause all sorts of mayhem." I am forewarned.
I see these personal chops every time I go to Hong Kong but have yet to buy one.
It is very difficult to depict how Hong Kong really looks in photos. It is layered from the modern . . . .
. . . to the pre-modern, old order . . . .
. . . to the post-modern intertextual storiedspace.
For me, this photo, and the next, captures the look of the place best: poorly maintained late British colonial lowest bidder utilitarian architecture. This is Hong Kong.
The perfect photo for money and status obsessed Hong Kong: a Bentley and a Brinks truck. Money, Money, Money.
The spaces meant to lure you into purchasing events are numbing and anonymous: they could be anywhere on the planet. Yes, "The Information Is Provided."
Even where there is genuine, authentic heritage, they cannot contain the Branding Urge.
I liked the cute HK trolleys.
I especially liked the tax free camera shops.
Aesthetic backdrops, like this, were few and far between.
Although, once in a while, I was surprised.
Right across the street from the Hong Kong Art Museum (and harbour) is this vestige of colonial rule; an English military installation, since made into a modern, high end shopping complex and hotel/restaurant. Whoopie.
Johnson Li, my brother-in-law, and I had a good time covering the old installation.
We took some nice pictures of each other in various interestingly lit locations, like this . . . . .
. . . and this contemplative shot . . . . .
. . . and a few of each other photographing the nice gardens.
Ah, charming memories of the wicked, oppressive, cunning British Colonial Rule!
After basking in the magnificence of the old fort, we walked across the street to the Hong Kong Harbour - an unforgettable sight.
The old Chinese junk can still be seen in the harbour, but they are now only used for tourist excursions across the bay.
Memories of the even older days. Another example of the layering of history one feels in Hong Kong.
We walked along the harbour waterfront promenade to our lunch appointment.
The Hong Kong Junior Air Cadets (HKJAC) were sponsoring some kid of home-build air contraption competition for the kids . . and had decorated the park.
Right after I purchased my new camera and lens (!!!), Johnson happened to notice there was a sunset . . . we dashed out of the giant mall for me to take my last photo with my trusty old Canon 40D, along with about 50 other people with their new camera gear. We checked each other's lenses out on the sly.
We had booked a golf tee time for Sunday afternoon, but the weather was threatening . . . . so we decided to drive the 30 miles to Nakhon Chai Si for lunch and a little shopping for the local small town delicacies my wife and I both like.
The old section of Nakhon Chai Si is a typical Thai market town. Its close proximity to Bangkok brings out the Sunday drivers in search of the rare taste treat - a favorite Thai pastime.
We had lunch at a floating restaurent specializing in sea food . . . and aesthetically pleasing presentation.
We had beautiful fish simmering in a spicy sour sauce. Yum-yum.
After we engorged ourselves on the fantastic lunch, we headed to the old market. Lots of sea food there, and many other amazing little bundles of good-tasting Thai food-to-die-for.
We brought back our favorite salted sea bass for dinner this week.
There was much fruit to be had.
This "organic packaging" is stuffed with gooey coconut delight.
The local way of cooking spiced rice is steaming inside bamboo tubes.
Thai chilis, known as prick in Thai, are hot. Period.
These are delicious steamed with olive oil and lots of salt.
The market was framed by old shop houses smudged with the patina of age.
The light was incredible as it fell on the old shop doors.
I estimate that this part of Old Nakhon Chai Si is more than 100 years old.
The old wooden Thai towns are relics of a bygone era.
It is nice to see young people taking over these old shops and adding a modern touch, yet retaining the old charm. Coffee time?
Some of the shops, like this old pharmacy, have been kept in their 1950s state.
The old town of Nakhn Chai Si is under royal patronage. The ailing King of Thailand is much revered.
We had some car trouble (shift linkage) while parked at a Wat that led to an adventure in getting home. Part of the adventure landed us at this small suburban shop; so forlorn in its commercial nakedness.
The shopkeeper's pretty young daughter perched among the array of goods, sad and shy.
The shop was in a neighborhood peopled by motorized food vendors.
It is always a good day when I can hang around a holy tree and contemplate The Buddha, The Teachings of The Buddha, and The Followers of The Buddha.
My beloved drag race car and shop equipment have been sold, and paddock lease given back. I saved a few tools and a lot of good memories. It was a major lifelong dream of mine, from early childhood, to drag race with a 'real race car' one day. It is almost the only constant in my life of constant change. I spent countless hours imagining every detail of the car I would build and drive one day. I spent countless money on drag racing related books and magazines to educate myself before I eventually fulfilled the dream with this race car. It was very, very difficult to make this dream come true in Thailand and required all my perseverance and patience in the face of not enough quality, timely, or reliable mechanical help available. But still, it was always an adventure to find myself in strange environments while trying to complete race car construction tasks in Bangkok and surrounds. I met a lot of good people and made a lot of good friends through my racing -- but also some cheaters and many posers. Drag racing for me was a very simple thing: the phenomena itself was captivating -- I didn't analyze it, I just enjoyed it as a crazy desire. The noise and the cars are, somehow, Beauty to me. The best compliment I ever received was an American hot rodder who said, when I asked him if he liked my race car, "You built it, you didn't just talk about it." Yes I did. It is by no means my only accomplishment in life, it is only a small accomplishment, but it carried so much meaning to me because, I now believe, it was a positively affirmative answer to the doubts of a youthful self about my own efficacy in the big world. I often said that drag racing was the only high risk behavior that a 60 year old man should be involved in Bangkok. I have many more dreams yet to fulfill, but my "race car attachment" -- what has kept me from being a Once Returner (Sakadagami) this time -- has been satisfied. Thanks for the memories. I happily move on toward my eventual death: the tank shows only 1/4 remains.