The scene from my balcony this evening. Apparently a lunar eclipses is visible over an entire hemisphere. Those two light streaks are from a passing plane.
Here’s a fun myth about the Luna eclipse I hastily googled to bulk up the post.
“Among the collected myths is a story about a jaguar that attacked and ate the moon. The big cat’s assault explained the rusty or blood-red color that the moon often turned during a total lunar eclipse…
The Inca feared that after it attacked the moon, the jaguar would crash to Earth to eat people, Dearborn says. To prevent that, they would try to drive the predator away by shaking spears at the moon and making a lot of noise, including beating their dogs to make them howl and bark.” (http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2014/04/140413-total-lunar-eclipse-myths-space-culture-science/)
In the words of Dixon Bainbridge, “I don’t like to end on a sad note, here’s a song”:
While in Tanzania I was reading a book recommended by my father called “Dark Star Safari”. It’s one of the many highly acclaimed books written by travel writer Paul Theroux. I do like the guy, he writes with a healthy dose of cynicism. He also shows no fear in the face of this “P.C. gone mad” world of ours, writing with the intent of helping the continent he once called home, as opposed to regurgitating the same old, tired-yet-safe phrases to which it, and it’s people, are so often attached.
With a broad yet vibrant brush he paints a picture of Africa that has forever stuck in my mind. “Africans, less esteemed than ever, seemed to me the most lied-to people on earth – manipulated by their governments, burned by foreign experts, befooled by charities, and cheated at every turn. To be an African leader was to be a thief, but evangelists stole people’s innocence and self-serving aid agencies gave them false hope, which seemed worse. In reply, Africans dragged their feet or tried to emigrate, they begged, they pleaded, they demanded money and gifts with a rude, weird sense of entitlement.”
Looking back to what it was like for him in Africa as a young school teacher, somewhere in Africa, I think maybe Zambia, again he paints a picture: “…living near a settlement of mud huts amongst dusty trees and parched fields: children shrieking at play; and women bent double – most with infants slung on their backs – hoeing the corn and beans; and the men sitting in the shade stupefying themselves on chibuku, the local beer, or kachasu, the local gin.”
“That was taken for the natural order in Africa: frolicking children, labouring women, idle men.” It is this phrase which I have tried to mould my Tanzanian street photos to.
Of course, much like the nature of a street survey, it’s easy to collect data to suit a theory, rather than finding a theory to suit the data. All one has to do is highlight the evidence that supports it while ignore any evidence to the contrary. The following are some images that do not support his observation.
Funnily enough, I still couldn’t manage to find a shot of an idle woman. Perhaps there is some truth in Theroux’s words.
These last images have no real place here but ima post them anyway.
They say there are two hours of the day that are “magic” for photographers. These include the very first hour of daylight, as the sun rises, and the very last. While I agree the last hour has its merits, the first hour is actually one where I usually feel at my least “magical”. In the words of Frank Sinatra, “I feel sorry for people who don’t drink, because when they wake up in the morning, that’s the best they gona feel for the rest of the day”.
The following series is a collection of my favourite landscapes taken during our drive from Dar es Salaam to Speke Bay and back to Zanzibar. In conclusion, the magic hour for Tanzania is actually 7 (thats 5!+2) hours long and pretty dorm friendly, between 10:46am and 6:15pm.
I do like this place.
In Swahili a Safari is simply the word for ‘journey’, and what a journey it was. Incidentally the swahili word puncture is pumzi.
Most of these shots were taken in either the north or south Serengeti however a couple were shot in Manyara close to Karatu. The speedy monkey was taken on the Island of Zanzibar where I am now.
This house once stood a couple of doors down from mine. One day it just vanished.
The shot of the house was taken almost two years ago. The shot of the empty block I shot just a couple hours ago. Both were taken in almost exactly the same position with the same lens (Nikon 50mm 1.8 G). The extra coverage is due to a recent upgrade to full frame.