Hong Kong Protest: Hands

Pro HK Police / Falan Gong HK protest hands

How did I end up in the Hong Kong Protest –  Pro-Police / Falun Gong – in Mongkok on August 4, 21013?

I was in Mongkok doing a few things on a Sunday afternoon. There were shouts and loud chants audible from the time I exited the MTR. I thought it was some sort of football rally. Of course not. Hong Kongers love to protest. For good reasons, for questionable reasons, it seems a large percentage of people enjoy taking their grievances to the streets. More power to them.

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Thailand sunrise with a Fuji X100

thailand sunrise

I have been super-lax about posting to this blog. Long gone are the days of me blogging daily – and winning awards, accolades and kudos for blogging. So be it. Blogging filled a void in   my life, that void has been filled by other things. All that said, I will try to post more, and maybe start a new personal project or two.

I recently visited Thailand. I do that 3-5 times per year depending on my schedule. Sometimes it is business, sometimes pleasure. This time was pleasure. I hate a love-hate relationship with Thailand. The love is bone-deep: The sights, sounds, people, the hate: The cheating, gouging and indifference thet same.  I went from Bangkok to Chiang Mai by train. 14 hours by train, overnight, and then back again 5 days later. As the name professes the night train travels at night. You don’t get to see a whole lot. The morning though, that’s another story. Continue reading “Thailand sunrise with a Fuji X100”

Hong Kong: Phones on the train

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In Hong Kong phones are some things you see a lot of.

This is my homage to Zack Arias’ #de-VICE series. Zack is one my favorite photographers and I had the chance to meet him earlier this year. I took his famed “One Light” Workshop. It’s great to see real photographers sharing their knowledge – not wannabes offering workshops based on their internet fame.

Did I say that? How catty! Apologies, I digress… Continue reading “Hong Kong: Phones on the train”

China: The Forbidden City

Tour Guides at the Forbidden City
Tour Guides at the Forbidden City

The Forbidden City in Beijing has stood since 1046 and was home to Chinese royalty for 500 years. It is a grand structure, really something to behold. A city within a city that has seen wars, uprisings, foreign invaders, regime changes. And tourists – most likely worse than all the wars, uprising and foreign invaders combined. The noble cobbles weep each night when the gates are closed.

I’ve visited the Forbidden City, known as the Palace Museum since 1925, several times. The first time was my choice, the other visits were with visiting friends. Once is enough.  The Palace Museum is a UNESCO Heritage Site, that fact is lost on the hordes that descend each day. Bus upon bus vomit tourists, mostly farmers on package tours, into the Chinese Mecca.  For me, a place this old, so grand, should be revered, like a library or a good brothel.

Tour guides and their charges are everywhere. Each guide carries a flag for his group to follow. Some groups wear brightly colored t-shirts or hats. Guides run to and fro to keep their group members, similar to malevolent toddlers, together – a task as easy as herding cats.  With my been-there-done-that attitude, this past year I decided to shoot the guides instead of the halls and thrones. The guide in the foreground looked about as happy as I did to be in the Forbidden City.


Photography Epiphanies

On Guard
On Guard

We all have those “wow” moments when we first start to take photos. The above image (as shite as it is looking back) was one of these photography epiphanies.

I have always loved photography. Me and the camera were star-crossed lovers. I’d fall in love then we’d drift apart. A lot of it was cost. Back in the day getting film processed wasn’t cheap. I haunted darkrooms for a few years – making my own B&W prints – but I didn’t have the passion to keep it going. Chasing girls and drinking beer was a more noble passtime in high school and collage.

I shot in college, then got back into it as digital came down the pipe. I shot film and digital for a newspaper just as DSLRs were going mainstream. After a change in career – photography was distant thought. It wasn’t until I came to Asia and bought a Sony point-and-shoot that my interest perked up again. As a wedding gift to myself I bought a Canon 400D – a reward for not killing my inlaws (or myself) before the reception.

I didn’t have a clue. My photos were awful. I cursed, I cried. The Sony P&S made better photos. I persevered. The above image was shot at community event. I saw the lights, the silhouette and managed to capture it how I wanted to. Yeah, I had to bump the ISO to extreme noise levels. Techinical problems aside, I was happy. There were a few triumphs after that – photos that I still look at and say “wow.”

As I try to regain my photo passion I post this as a reminder. What about you? What was your photography epiphany?


Hong Kong: Maids’ Day Off

Hong Kong Maids Day Off
Hong Kong Maids Day Off

Hong Kong, the city that opium built, is a hub of wealth, power and finance. Many visitors only see that side – the skyscrapers, the Victorian buildings, colorful alleys: The mix of east and west.

Hong Kong is home to 284,901 foreign domestic helpers. Women from the Philippines, Indonesia and Thailand come to HK to work, sending money home. Sunday is their day off.

On Sundays you can see large groups of domestic workers in parks and public spaces. Gathering by nationality, they share food, play music, and enjoy a day away from their task which include caring for children and housekeeping.

Paddy in the Big Apple (his present local) did a post and video of the Hong Kong’s Maids Day Off. Take a look.

Man Mo Temple Hong Kong: Sometimes you get lucky with the light

Prayers at the Man Mo Temple
Prayers at the Man Mo Temple

It was hot. Really hot. Like melt you into a puddle of liquid hot. Fry an egg on the sidewalk hot. That’s Hong Kong in the summer: Humidity so bad you need a machete to cut through the water in the smoggy air.

I was working a trade show at the convention center, staying at Chungking Mansion – home to Hong Kong’s illegal immigrants, back-packers, low-cost hookers and drug dealers and I had pneumonia: My mood was less than pleasant.

But, I was meeting with Michael from Expatriate Games, a long time internet friend, a photographer who’s work I admire and respect. We planned on hitting Man Mo Temple on Hollywood Road. The century-old temple is famous with tour groups, policemen and gangsters.

Did I say it was hot? Up the escalator to the mid-level, a hike down Hollywood Road and we arrived at the place of worship. I had been there before – several times. When I am at a loss as to what to do while in Central I make a beeline for Man Mo. Other local photographers were shooting inside the dark, smokey room. The No Photography signs are usually not enforced by the temple staff as hordes of tourists pour through the building each day.

After shooting some run-of-the-mill images we were treated to something spectacular – the reason the local photographers were on station. The ceiling of the temple is a collection of circular hanging incense. The smoke from these offerings offers visitors sweet suffocation. The roof of the main chamber is open in areas to allow the smoke to escape – taking prayers and appeasement to the deities being honored.  These open areas also allow the sunlight direct access to the inside of the cavern-like temple.

Incense at the Man Mo Temple
Incense at the Man Mo Temple

Rays of light cut through the smoke. It was something magical to see – and catnip to shutterbugs. We snapped away until the temple staff intervened and a near-physical altercation occurred between them and the local photogs.

If you’re in Hong Kong on a sunny afternoon head over to the Man Mo Temple – between 2 and 4 pm should give you the same opportunity. Play it cool let The Man raise his hand.

Humen China: Opium Ponds and Dormitories

Opium Ponds and Factory Dormitories

A factory dormitory overlooks the ponds in Humen China where nineteenth century “Drug Zsar” Lin Zexu destroyed 1.2 million kilos of British opium in 1839. The site, part of the Opium War Museum in Humen, China, is still used to symbolic destroy narcotics during anti-drug campaigns.

Lin wrote to England’s Queen Victoria and asked: By what right do they then in return use the poisonous drug to injure the Chinese people?

Humen, often overlooked by travelers, features two fantastic musuems, and several historic sites including the fortifications used to fight the invading British forces.


Hong Kong Hakka Home: White Wall

A beam of light to fall on the wall of the Law Uk Folk Museum in Chai Wan, Hong Kong. The museum is a restored Hakka home. The 120 square metre dwelling is modest: Featuring a drying room, workshop, dining room, and lofted bedrooms.

The Hakka people, from Guangdong Province, China, moved to the Chai Wan area during the 18th century. They cleared the land and farmed. The last of the families moved away during the 1960s. The Hong Kong government decided to save the last Hakka home in the 1970s and opened it as a museum in 1990.