It was to be the most perfect morning for a balloon ride, but we didn’t know that until an hour into our adventure. 5. 30 am was our pick up time and we were enclosed in a huge blanket of darkness. We rumbled over rough terrain, headlights eerily piercing the darkness, to finally arrive at the balloon launch site just as the sun began to appear.
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Ostriches and Education – Capture and Create.
I have to state, that I think I’m getting a bit old, I felt like I’d been tossed around in a washing machine for 5 hours when we were on safari this morning, but when I think about it, my camera and lens are larger than ever, I’m sitting in the back seat and every time I stand up to photograph I have to perch on the ice box or balance on the bouncy seats hanging on the darn big camera. My hands and arms ached, but being the stubborn lady that I am, I just kept hanging in there.
The best quilting classroom in the world.
It’s just a 45 minute flight from Nairobi and it was quite smooth. I was sitting behind the pilots, a young Kenyan man and Woman and got a bird’s eye view of the controls. It was certainly a unique trip, specially the in service. The pilot passed a bowl of mints in a plastic container back along the seats stating quite proudly, “in service snacks” and the landing was equally exciting as we wheeled over the dry brown countryside, past herds of elephants and zebras.
David Sheldrick Elephant Orphanage – Capture and Create.
Small children in neatly pressed school uniforms stood behind the rope barrier. There was an occasional trumpet in the distance and then they came, 15 baby elephants, who had been rescued from certain death. Some ran, their trunks waving in the air. Some had obvious injuries, now healed and some just needed to be coaxed by their handlers.
Learning more and more about textiles.
I loved the plain pieces of embossed cotton, that had been heavily waxed. My mind was racing overtime to design something to use it in. I loved a deep brown that looked like leather. It was waxed to a high sheen and I image it would be wonderful for raw edge appliqué. But I didn’t buy it. Once again, I have so many things banked up to do after the Bayeux. I need to be realistic. When I do need it. I know where to buy it.!
The faces of conflict. – a photographic journal.
Our faces reflect our soul, our spirit.
I attempted to capture the spirit of some of the women in the refugee villages in Thailand.
Please, share the story. – Textiles.
However, before I add the images I took a few days ago I wanted to share a little about the situation that the women I photographed are in. I’m no a stranger to photographing poverty or even working with people in the slums areas of Bangkok. As a photographer one is always looking for the unusual and telling the story in images. It’s a fine line between voyeurism and art. I approach these images by also sharing in words the story behind the photos and this poignant video from Zin Video which tells the story so graphically and much better than I could.
Elements of the Elephant.
“It is absurd for a man to kill an elephant. It is not brutal, it is not
heroic, and certainly it is not easy; it is just one of those preposterous
things that men do like putting a dam across a great river, one tenth of
whose volume could engulf the whole of mankind without disturbing the
domestic life of a single catfish.â€
― Beryl Markham, West with the Night
We have so much to learn.
The following images were taken at the wholesale hill tribe market. You’ve all seen beautiful embroideries made into re purposed garments or bags, every culture does it, however, I want to buy the re-purposing textiles. And so we did. Set in a tin shed of immense proportions one is transported into a cultural wonderland of color and texture. It’s unbeleivably hot under the tin roof and I would love to know just how the mounds of clothing finds its way into the hands of the dealers. To be honest, most of them are just families who sell to manufacturers. They live in the small stores, babies, children and older folk.
Textiles, trains and markets so splendid.
Suddenly the rains came down with force. It was torrential and keeping track of 19 people was challenging. We all ended up absolutely soaked to the skin despite our of our brollies.
The water poured off awnings and umbrellas and then began to rise from the ground so we splashed our way back to the train station.
We held an impromptu show and tell at the boat station to the amusements of the passers by. However, they are unaware of our passion for fabric, bargains, jewelry and clothes.