When I created the food photography page, I was looking for a means to upload 130 pics to a sample gallery. One can upload a directory as an album, I discovered. Surprisingly, it was quite fast with Unifi. I compiled selected pics into a directory in advance.
I stared a new Facebook Page at:
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Please visit and like the new page. I have uploaded more than a
hundred food pics to the gallery/sample album.
On that sunny day, I thought I saw the shadow of a giant Christmas tree appearing on the wall of the Selangor Dredging building. It was the shadow of one of the adjacent Twin Towers. The smiling sun put up her own Christmas decor, albeit for a brief moment.
Olympus E-3, ISO 100, f7.1, 1/400 sec.
#shadow #sun #cityscape #klcc #christmastree #christmasdecor #olympus #klcc #tbt
At the small town of Simpang Pertang in Negeri Sembilan. The junction town leads to either Titi or Simpang Durian. The latter is a small town that bears the last signs of civilization before a long, lonely drive to Karak in Pahang. The deserted road is rarely used unless Karak Highway is cut off by a major accident or landslide.
Pleasantly surprised to to find out I have a friend originating from the pit stop town of Simpang Durian. It is the frontier town before heading to remote Telemong or Malaysia's own Timbaktu.
For a moment, I thought it was my friend Emily Lowe. The Ipoh journalist and Ipoh-centric blogger is also the webmaster of the Nine Empeor Gods' Kew Ong Tai Tay Temple in Ipoh.
Jeez! What are the requirements for a webmaster these days? As it turned out, it wasn't Emily for she is fearful of a pin prick.
The problem with educating kids is that no college or university graduate wants to make a career out of some horrific bondage practice that makes one become like a slab of meat hooked and hung in a cold room.
Mortification of the flesh by piercing the skin, tongue or cheeks with spears is now practised mainly in Thailand Phuket's Chinese community celebration of the festival. The bizarre ritual attracts a large number of tourists.
I don't know who this man is but he seemed to be the chief among the mediums at the Jinjang Temple. He can speak Thai and Hokkien. He reminded the RELA and temple security personnel that photographers must be given close access.
For that, I reward him with an intimate portrait which I hope to present him later as a print. He is probably a former 'taikor' (chieftain of the gangs).
I know some of you feel squeamish about the violent but voluntary rituals. Conversion to black and white hides the blood.
Sony Alpha a7R, ISO 2500, f4, 1/80 sec.
I have seen many strange things in my life but it was still startling to see a Malay or Muslim-looking guy taking part in a Taoist parade. Baffled, I walked alongside him and started a conversation.
Me: Selamat berpesta, bro. (Happy festival, bro)
Guy: Sama sama (likewise).
Me: Boleh tanya, hang in mewakili dewa yang mana satu? (if I may ask dude, which deity do you represent?)
Guy: You bukan Melayu? Saya pun. (You not Malay? Me neither).
Me: Kanasai (like shit in Hokkien).
Guy: Saya Latuk Kong, bro [after which he gave me a fist bump]
It is currently almost unknown and under-promoted. I asked the cycling man about the significance of pedaling the tricycle. He told me has no idea. Lol.
Besides talking to strangers, I spent most of my time adjusting the flash strength as the white attire worn by devotees can over-expose or burn out easily.
One thing I learned is that the standard zoom (24 to 70mm) lens and tiny HVL-F20M flash were sufficient for the parade. Felt like jettisoning the redundant heavy prime lenses and powerful HVL-F60M flash I brought along but my car was too far away.