Taken in one of the villages in which we stayed, we were there for a while so people got used to us which allowed us to take quite intimate photos in their houses. I loved watching her climb, with her old spindly legs onto her verandah where she spent most of the afternoon preparing for the evening meal which her daughter cooked. Here she peels garlic, her hot-water flask ready for her tea. Her cabinet behind her with her most treasured possessions.
The Fish Owl
This young owl had been injured and caught by villagers. It was destined for the cooking pot, until someone from our nature lodge rescued the owl. He was looking after him feeding him prime fish and prawns from the kitchen and waiting for his wing feathers to grow back. By the time we left the owl was having flight trainings on the beach every day. Hopefully he is now strong enough to be set free.
Railway children, kids that live in and around the stations, their families normally have menial tasks, collecting plastic bottles or cans, sweeping the station. The kids often help and grovel around for extra food. Basics such as water, toilets, beds, are hard to come by. He and his brother came to sit on our train with us, two mischievous and street-wise kids, but very soon the mischief was over and the rocking of the train was all too much to bear. So tired..............................,
Everything moves at a slow pace, the trains, buying tickets. often the ticket is written out in long-hand and then duplicated. These passengers queue patiently to buy a train ticket. Despite the recent modernisation in Burma,I love how so many people are still wearing the traditional longyi.
Streets of Yangon III
Continuing our walk through the streets of the old town Yangon,we reach 29th street. This is the heart of the Indian quarter with Hindu, Moslim communities living peacefully side-by-side, as well as a scattering of Burmese Buddhist and Chinese families to complete the mix.
Streets of Yangon II
Sometimes when you are walking in the old town its good just to let the streets take you in their own direction. on 41st street you'll find a great little morning market, on 39th street near the Kali temple a delicious buffel yogurt shop, on 26th street a family run butter shop, on 37th street many bookshops and here on 44th street many opticians including my own favourite Light Rays. For the past five years now I've had both glasses and sunglasses made here.
Street musicians II
Seen in the beautiful weekly market of Saoa in La Drome, a cycle organ. I never seen such an organ before but it sounded wonderful and so charming as he sang to the old French songs. A list of songs are hanging and requests were being taken from the market shoppers.
Stolpersteine, ook bekend als struikelstenen, is een project van de Duitse kunstenaar Gunter Demnig. Het is een over geheel Europa verspreid monument voor de slachtoffers van het nationaalsocialisme. Demnig brengt deze gedenktekens aan in het trottoir voor de vroegere woonhuizen van mensen die door de nazi's verdreven, gedeporteerd, vermoord of tot zelfmoord gedreven zijn. Hier in Berlijn vijf stenen en zoveel vragen. Waarom zijn de ouders aparte gevlucht? Waarom is Sabine naar Ireland gevlucht? Waarom, waarom......................?
Een rode ster voor Bangladesh, wat leuk en bedankt! Christmas is the time of joy and peace to all men, and with this photo of three friends on the street in Northern Bangladesh, playing the same games, getting into the same mischief, sharing the same dreams, albeit Muslim, Christian and Hindu, I wish you all Merry Christmas/Fijne Feestdagen
Omdat nog steeds niet zoveel westerlingen door Bangladesh reizen, hadden we vaak veel aandacht getrokken. Deze medepassagiers in de bus konden hun ogen niet van ons afhouden. Ondanks mijn glimlach en poging tot gesprek staarde het kleine meisje gewoon door met haar (mooie) ogen. (haar vader ook;)
Trying to make a...li
I have said it before, Bangladeshi's are so resilient, so much energy. Against all odds they try to make an honest living. In this case selling newspapers. They buy from the guy at the back of the photo and sell them for a few cents more, thus making a small profit to live on.
This afternoon I was at the tandarts here in Vlaardingen and whilst laying in the chair, had to think of the travelling tandarts in Bangladesh. Every day here visits a different village or small town, every day he has a queue of patients waiting for his service. Mostly extractions, carried out on the street, without verdoving, without privacy. I am so glad my tandarts is in Vlaardingen.
History of our times
I don't think this needs a note, 30 years ago today the Berlin Wall was torn down and sparked hopes for East Germans. The afternoon before we, Keith and I had been watching the events on TV and by late afternoon it was clear this was a moment in (our) history unfolding before our eyes. I remember saying, I would love to be there to feel this energy, people power, and Keith agreed. He call a good friend and within no time they had loaded the car and were on their way to Berlin leaving me to follow the vents on TV with three young children. They arrived at the Wall to see the first East Germans walking through. The streets were tense with emotion and jubilation, people of East and West Berlin drank and danced in the streets, together for the first time in nearly three decades, celebrating the new dawn. this image was taken a couple of weeks in at the East Side Gallery, where the last remaining piece of the Wall stands as an artwork and as a constant reminder of this city's history.
The Turner Contemporary is an art gallery in Margate, Kent, intended as a contemporary arts space and catalyst for the regeneration of the town. Which is so badly needed. The title commemorates the association of the town with noted landscape painter J. M. W. Turner, who went to school there, and visited throughout his life. According to Turner, the loveliest skies in Europe are to be found in Margate.