April 15, 2014

Blood on the clouds

I considered waking at 3 a.m. to see the Blood Moon last night, but this satisfied my sky gazing a few minutes after midnight. A ton of pink clouds against midnight blue? Sure thing.
Blood on the clouds
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April 14, 2014

Hooter on thatch

We went to a bird show in the mountains. It was fabulous, even if it didn’t go very well for the handler. A few of his birds didn’t follow directions on this day, including “Hooter,” the owl. Hooter took off, ignored every call and sat on the thatch roof of a nearby building – staying there for a good ten minutes. No amount of pleading earned his attention until the handler walked across the lawn, through the crowd, and offered up a massive chunk of red meat. The handler went on with three or four more birds, vocally discouraged by their performance despite the audience’s ignorance on the matter. At the end, he said we could all come for free next time. A few patrons were saying it seemed like bad business, knowing visitors wouldn’t be visiting a second time, but we still had a fun time.
Hooter on thatch
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April 13, 2014

Between people

Somewhere on the way home from school.
Between people
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April 12, 2014

Some kind of endless

I often write these blog posts with the image but without the title and then go searching for a way to summarize what’s come together. It’s funny, this time I knew the title as I was working on the photograph and that’s made it substantially more difficult to write the words. Words rarely feel like photographs; I see images as replacements for things that potentially can’t be addressed with language. I guess this is me going about apologizing for the words, and by doing so I’m making more and more of them. When making this I had a song on repeat with the lyric, “In time become,” which is generally how these things work themselves out, no matter how long the search for summary.
Some kind of endless

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April 10, 2014

Augustine shop

When I lived in Louisiana it would get so hot that it smelled like the earth was cooking. I think it was something about the steam escaping from the wet ground. The water table was low and the clay-like mud hard. Sometimes the cement-mixed roads would steam after a quick downpour on a 100-plus day.

When I’m in South Africa I remember this. There’s no reason for it, really – the earth is darker here and not as severe – but it’s something about the way it rains on the hot days. The drops are always big and thick, and it’s as if they slap you a few times before beating you over the head. I took this on the way there; on the way back it beat us over the head.
Augustine shop
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April 9, 2014

Gray-masked dusk

Ever notice masks are rarely black & white? The sky is no exception.
Gray-masked dusk
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April 7, 2014

Either way

Some days clouds look different out the window of an airplane. Some days they look just as they do from the ground. Some days I have something more to write about. Other days I forget what it was like to be there, looking up.
Either way
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April 6, 2014

The charcoal maker

This man smiled constantly. When you drove up. When you shook his hand. When you talked. When he talked. When he explained that the man hadn’t paid him in two months. When he explained that the man hadn’t paid any of them (there were maybe ten in the group) in two months. He makes charcoal for a living in kilns like the one you see way back on the right. His group hauls cut-down trees a few hundred meters to the kilns and then bake them down into black chunks for barbecues, or braais as they call them in South Africa.

He smiled when you showed him his photo or when you showed him a photo of his friends. Big, crack-toothed grins. When you take his photo, he stands rigid and completely still, and the color runs.
The charcoal maker

April 3, 2014

On an island at The Peninsula

You can take photos, yes. No, not with a tripod. The hotel doesn’t want that. The hotel doesn’t mind photos. Your car will be ready in a few minutes. Sir? How many shots are you taking? Of the lobby? No, we won’t stop you, so as long as you don’t use the tripod… Dead silenceClick. Click click. Click. Click click click. Sir? Your car is ready. Let me help you with that. Click. Click click. I’ll get the door for you. Follow me… Sir? Click… click. This way.
On an island at The Peninsula
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April 2, 2014

Dry dock, Cape Town

A colleague of mine visited the Panama Canal last year and got some awesome shots out of a helicopter that made it look like the earth was bending around him. That hit me when I walked past this dry dock in Cape Town. It’s funny how things pop back into your head all of a sudden. I image they can get much bigger boats in here.
Dry dock, Cape Town
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