Just back from Thailand, so here are some photos. This first lot are of some women handmaking indigo cloth. It’s a labour intensive job, with lots of fine detail work.
More images on their way soon.
Just back from Thailand, so here are some photos. This first lot are of some women handmaking indigo cloth. It’s a labour intensive job, with lots of fine detail work.
More images on their way soon.
Visiting the Elelphant Nature Park in the hills behind Chiang Mai was an awe-inspiring day. Created by Lek Chailert, the park is home to a large number of rescued elephants. Many of the elephants have heart-wrenching pasts of abuse as either logging elephants or as entertainment for tourists. Lek runs the park with volunteers from all around the world. No riding here people, just looking, feeding, and helping give them a wash.
Here is the parks website if you would like to visit, or perhaps even spend some time there helping out.
Another lovely day and a lovely spot.
Although I grew up in Brisbane, I think this is the first time I have ever photographed one of its most recognisable pieces of architecture, the Storey Bridge.
It was an interesting shoot, with some interference from the local wildlife – mosquitoes and Valley drunks. Other than that, it was a really lovely spot to take photos from.
When my cousin Katrina asked if I wanted to try something new with photography, how could I say no. A maternity photo session was what she was talking about.
One of the things I find most difficult about photography is finding the balance between the art of it and the business. One of the things I find quite difficult is the need for self-promotion. When asked to put together a video biography for a photography workshop I’ll be speaking at in May 2013, I initially didn’t know where to start, but once I began, I had a lot of fun with it. Hope you enjoy watching at as much as I did making it.
http://vimeo.com/51841271
While I am not by nature a morning person, I do concede that it is a lovely part of the day. We hit the road early to get to Shorncliffe, to the north of Brisbane, before light. This soon to be demolised pier came to life under the warmth of the rising sun.
Although I wish I could always be on the road taking travel images, unfortunately my wallet won’t allow it. Still photography keeps me busy while in Australia too and recently I was lucky enough to be a part of a lovely wedding down in Albury/Wodonga. Mel and Matt asked if I could photograph their wedding and it was an honour to do so.
Back in Hanoi for our last day in Vietnam, it was time to make the most of Vietnam’s delicious food. Brendan and I decided to try a street-side place that looked popular with the locals. We found a couple of spare plastic stools and as we squatted to sit the owner, a chubby older woman with greying hair and an efficient but not unfriendly look on her face, caught my eye and held up two fingers. I gave her a nod. I had just ordered two of something. Minutes later two bowls of steaming chicken noodle soup (pho) had arrived. Next, another bowl was offered and with a second nod we had a selection of fresh herbs to season our soup with. Any bones or used serviettes were simply dropped on the ground to be swept up later. At 30000 dong ($1.50) a bowl, it was a cheap but delicious lunch. I’ve just got to learn how to eat sitting so low without dropping noodles on my knees!
With muscles stiff from yesterdays riding it was time to do some stretches and get back on our bikes for day two of our Sapa ride. After the mostly downhill ride of yesterday, I was looking forward to more of the same. A rude shock awaited – today’s ride was to be mostly on unsurfaced rocky roads with a lot of uphills involved. Heavy rain during the night had also turned the road into something of a slip and slide with muddy quagmires fit for pigs, but impossible to ride through.
By the end of the day I was bruised, battered, exhausted and covered in mud. Again though, the spectacular scenery saved the day. Throughout the whole day’s cycling we didn’t see another tourist and the smiles and nods of encouragement of the locals spurred me on through their villages.