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”:
One photo from a series I’m creating for a creative ad. assignment.
Models: Mum and Dad
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.
A friend recently informed me of this ozi meme that’s apparently been circling for ages. That’s usually how I’m made privy to the happenings of the world. This shot was taken on our drive from Dar Es Salaam to Moshi, Tanzania. In case there are some as bad as me, in keeping up to date with pretty much everything, here’s a link to the original I’m referencing: http://www.news.com.au/technology/car-crash-drink-driver-telling-police-he-was-waiting-for-a-mate-goes-viral-online/story-e6frfro0-1226583565788
To see more posts from this trip follow this link: Tanzanian Trip 2013
We hired the infamous Prado, the one with tires made of glad wrap, for ten days. Each day I set up the tripod exactly six paces from the middle of the bumper. Focus point was set one notch lower than the centre and fixed on the Toyota emblem. The idea being to keep everything as controlled as possible to accentuate the change in surroundings, if our beard growth became more evident in the process then no harm done. ( :
“Ten days? I see but eight!” I hear you exclaim, a little pretentiously I might add. Well my astute, make believe companion, the first day I gave the shot a miss. Being almost delirious with exhaustion from the flight (I refer you to the post I made during this period) AND having been almost arrested in the immigration office of Dar es Salaam for taking some, not so sly, documentary style photos, I couldn’t be bothered to set up the shot.
Incidentally, as a self diagnosed dyslexic, Dar es Salaam is not a fun name to fill out on a visa form, although it does lend itself to some ironically fitting word play. Not the cleanliest city in the world. I did take a shot the second day but I didn’t have the system down yet, six paces and so on, and what’s more, we had yet to pick my brother up from Mt Kilimanjaro, so it was just me and dad. It’s a nice photo but something big and scary is missing. Repetition is a cheap trick and I plan to use it.
I have a soft spot for people with a soft spot for elephants. This animation is my gif to you.
Buon Natale Amici
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.