Author: travel67

Hidden Gems

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Still organizing my images from India. Trying to get everything sorted, starred and keyworded before I head off on my next overseas trip. Some photographs have immediate impact, usually the close up portraits with eye contact. Other more subtle images may fall through the cracks the first time I look through the thumbnails in Lightroom particularly if they don’t fit my usual style of shots. Just came across this image, a snapshot I took while wandering along the street during my final day in Jaipur. I happened to look down an alleyway, saw this couple, and took a pic. It’s very different to my other photographs (it looks like something one of my photographer friends Alfie Goodrich or Matt Brandon would have shot) which perhaps is why I missed it the first time, and love it now.

July 30, 1978

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In 1972, Okinawa rejoined Japan. Six years later, on 30th July 1978 traffic rules reverted, so that once again cars drove on the left.  A small memorial beside the 730 Crossing on  Ishigaki island, serves as a reminder.

Diving with Hiroshi

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I’m not diving this weekend but was able to sort out a few more shots from recent dives. Here’s Hiroshi my dive buddy of many years with his camera rig. ( Note the correct use of buoyancy control so that he hovers in the water rather than clambers over the coral. ) And here’s another shot of the fantastic ball of Silver-stripe round herrings that gathered at Cape Maeda the last couple of weeks.

Lab Report – Studio Edition

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Photographer’s Top Tip: When working in the studio, remember to close the door so that your chocolate labrador does not wander in. Bear lumbered straight into the shoot, and greeted the model by slobbering all over her. In the future, along with a model release, I may have to get everyone to sign a liability waiver, with specific reference to acts of Dog.

10,000 Person Eisa – Kokusai Street, Naha, Okinawa

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I went down to Naha on Sunday to check out the 10,000 person eisa dance. Surprisingly, the festival begins around 1pm, which unsurprisingly means it was oppressively hot and humid. Parents and leaders of the various groups were trying to keep all the little kids cool with wet towels and drinks but most were looking pretty weary. I pottered around for an hour, met up with some friends, then slunk off to find somewhere cool. This particular Englishman (and his mad dog) have learned to stay out of the midday sun.