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 © Prantik Mazumder (
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3 photo(s)
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created on 26-06-2010
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15 photos comment(s)
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A photovoltaic conference brought me to Honolulu. The official conference hotel is the hilton hawaii village which is essentially a mall under the sun. You really don't have to go anywhere, whatever you want is within three meters from you. You do not need to even go to the beach which is about 50 meters from the resort pool which is bluer than all the oceans and the seas of the world combined. Honolulu and especially Waikiki are uninspiring (much better than Maspalomas though). However, I took a day off from the conference and drove around the island of Oahu along the shore. The view is simply breathtaking. As you move away from Honolulu and go closer to the north shore, the beaches get empty, the super-sized and tacky restaurants get replaced by little prawn and shrimp joints and fruit vendors, and you do indeed accept that there is a good reason why people call it paradise.

Here is a compilation offew shots from the beaches of Oahu.

 
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 © Animesh Ray (
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10 photo(s)
and 0 draft(s),
created on 15-06-2010
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6 photos comment(s)
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I never seem to take seriously the places where I live.  Lemme make an exception.  Lights of San Diego.  The light brings out the color.  Here are some random sampling of the lights and color of this city.
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 © Hugh Siegel (
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15 photo(s)
and 0 draft(s),
created on 10-06-2010
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23 photos comment(s)
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When the happenings happen, they always happen to happen in San Francisco . . .                                              
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 © Didier Vanderperre (
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20 photo(s)
and 0 draft(s),
created on 07-06-2010
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52 photos comment(s)
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Coney Island is located on the southernmost part of Brooklyn. It is a NY neighborhood on its own with a very diversified population. It hosts an amusement park,  a baseball team, the Brooklyn Cyclones, named after the famous roller coaster ride. The place is a true piece of Americana,  with its Little Mermaid Parade and its hot dog eating contest. The park went through a pretty rocky history, it opened in 1903, was destroyed by fire 40 years later, and its future remained very uncertain for a long time. Coney Island was supposed to be knocked down to make space to condominiums. I can't explain the feel of the place, it is certainly unlike any other place in New York, but it is a whole lot of fun, never a dull moment in Coney Island.
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Project:
 © Hugh Siegel (
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0 photo(s)
and 1 draft(s),
created on 06-06-2010
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I'm between projects now -- working on visions of Puerto Rico and India.  But in the interim, I'll give a few impressions of one of my favorite sports -- cycling.  More specifically, these are from a cyclocross competition in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park.  The entire series was taken in about 20 minutes.  Speed counts! ;-0)
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 © Steve Viscot (
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19 photo(s)
and 3 draft(s),
created on 04-06-2010
2 project comment(s)
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73 photos comment(s)
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caged beauty in the Antwerp Zoo          

        
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 © Caleb Collman (
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0 photo(s)
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created on 27-05-2010
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I spent a week in Keng Tung - perhaps because it was relatively remote. I saw a couple of other tourists there. You have to take a domestic flight. The main draw here are the hill tribes of varying stripes - who are far less visited than their counterparts in Thailand, or Yunnan...
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 © Simon Kolton (
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8 photo(s)
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created on 24-05-2010
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46 photos comment(s)
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It was Sunday, on Sunday, May 24th. A few days after events of Bangkok. An impressive quantity of volunteer came down in the street for the big cleaning. But also tourists' hundreds came be photographed in front of rubble of the still smoking high rise or the shopping malls. A very strange day.
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Project:
 © Caleb Collman (
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6 photo(s)
and 0 draft(s),
created on 21-05-2010
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43 photos comment(s)
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Since Luko has started the wink at Southeast Asian literary ghosts... I had only 3 weeks - a few days in Rangoon, Inle Lake,  Bagan again, and then some time in the villages spread around Keng Tung...
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 © Luko G-R (
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20 photo(s)
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created on 20-05-2010
4 project comment(s)
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69 photos comment(s)
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The heart of darkness. Now that I chose my title, I am trying not to get scared by it, eventually pull some substance out of it without being doomed by the ghost of a french writing Pole.

 

I don’t recall being frugal on describing the landmarks of my childhood. I’m a south pacific islander in my heart, in my mind, in my home (whoever visited me may knock the nail on the fact my living room looks more like a curios shop...).

It has been two years on that I am revisiting the locations of my childhood : Fiji in 2008 and, last year that was Vanuatu, where I grew up in my teenage for 8 years. I claim if it hadn’t been raining the evening the flight landed on Bauerfield airport, Port Vila, I would have kissed the ground like a polish pope.

 

The place I left long ago used to bathe in sunny casualness, accustomed that one of the two ruling powers of the only condominium government in the world (Brits and French) would swiftly address any issue. We would drive japanese motorcycles with no licenses, play football until late night hours, go to the cinema without paying tickets, load a rifle on the shoulder go hunting wild pigeons in the jungle backyard, take a dip in the lagoon after school instead of doing homeworks. No TV, no taxes, no world outside, eternal freedom were the keywords of my childhood insouciance.

    

Thirty years later, I discovered a place soaked with darkness and wrecked by cupid foreign entrepreneurs trying to rule a place where the idea of “colony” once couldn’t have been further away. Imagine in the 21st century a country whose major city doesn’t have any cinema running on a Saturday evening and where public lights are limited to one street downtown… no, you lost buddy, the correct reply is not "Afghanistan"... I’m sure they have at least a cinema at the US Army base.

 

The places I remember were still there, though more the like parts of a ghost town. I noticed all-you-can-eat-buffet sized pot holes on the main-street, even the 4WD rentals did not insure your car if you dared take the road circling the island, one of the buildings of my school was crumbling down while the more modern ones were for the best more dilapidated than the casino uphill Kep in Cambodia, my home street which was once bordered with bougainvillea and grapefruit trees looked like a dusty part of Soweto on which remained heavily guarded bunkers like the embassy of China, the only part of town that was prospering was the once anecdotal shantytown which had become the size of a carioca favela.

 

And yet, every night the economic rulers are loudly partying on Foster’s and FourX pints, failing to dismiss their calamitous behaviour originated from the penal colonies. Feasting over the profits coming either from the beaches they have privatized against a few mechanic jewelry or from plain speculation over real estate. It is a fact that Vila, Vanuatu’s main city, is dotted with more real estate agencies than bookshops (Actually there are NO bookshops downtown : it is another fact matching with the level of culture already described above) or say decently priced restaurants (which excludes beer gardens and stupidly priced restaurants).

When hearing some of the white guys, downtown was getting to the point of Papua New Guinea, which is halfway between Jamaica and South Africa : house guards had become a serious need and the usual watch out for your white face downtown... Ha : that's what we'll see!

 

“Well, who the hell would spend an hour in your country and why : Send us a dream from Paris and shut up!” That’s what you be allowed to ask at this stage

The people and the magic, folks! Forget the roads and the concrete, forget the architecture and the city lights. Yourself who of course read LF.Celine’s Journey remember that scene, where while he settles deep into the african jungle, Bardamu cannot sleep at night because life is pounding in the darkness... the heart of darkness… behind the back of the deviant rulers… See that’s where we’re getting at it...

 

Once you go past that apparent darkness veiling the genuine life in the island – I have always associated the smell of burnt wood and smoke with Vanuatu, nothing like solar Fijis for instance- then real people come alive, the ones the rulers certainly wouldn’t like to hobnob with, so far way from their concerns..

And beyond the darkness there is a deeper experience like the kava bars serving the organic and psychotrope mashed root drink, the somber side of the island black magic, the color of the traditional black fern carvings, the smoke of volcano fumes, the dim lights peerings through the entrance of the palm tree huts, the fireplace exhaling the wood smoke and dark skinned boys and girls singing “string band” tunes all night long. That’s the country I like.

 

Against all the advices I maliciously asked from either newbie expats or dilapidated barflies, I decided that alike a genuine old time resident, I could walk my way anytime into MY city, especially at night. From one encounter to another, made easier with the help of the local language I could slowly remember first then speak more or less fluently in the last days, I could gather the story of the long 30 years I had missed. As mouths opened up, and words were coming out, I haven’t met anyone who ten minutes after didn't call me like “Welcome back, brother”. 

 

Wait a minute... I am going to call this project “Oh, brother”

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