People and Frogs

Lena Yual . . . in the shadows.





Gleeful Sarah!


Name someone? I love the blurry folks in the background . . . as a background.






Gayle pointed out this shot to me and I didn't notice 'til I got it into ZoomBrowser that there were two and that they were stacked. Observant of me.





My eldest two. (you can't see the Frisbee)





Staff training. An all female group . . . I wonder what they're talkin' about . . .





Nazrul (sp?) and ? (someone help me)





Self-deprecating laugh. It was an Office joke most likely. . .





Nipa, Sacred Mark's coordinator (actually I don't know her exact title)





Can someone give me a name? I know that she is MCCB Bogra staff.





Jahangir, Job Creation's man for all seasons.

Nouwen on Clowns

"Clowns are not in the center of the events. They appear between the great acts, fumble and fall, and make us smile again after the tensions created by the heroes we came to admire. The clowns don't have it all together, they do not succeed in what they try, they are awkward, out of balance, and left-handed, but . . . they are on our side."

Old Dhaka

Election Madness: No it's not just the USA





Big Buoy!





Gloria and Sarah on the river.





Reminded by of a picture from the book, "They Shall Know Our Velocity".





This guy begged for me to take his picture.





Laundry on the ferry.





Sunny days making for hot shots. (What does that sentence mean?)





Bananas and more bananas and. . .





Windowed, shuttered wall at the Armenian Church. Old Dhaka.





Cross on grave at Armenian Church. Old Dhaka.




Sarah and Jody on the street in a rickshaw.





Dave, Riley, and Pruitt aloft.

Nepal: Pink Lipstick and Other Flora

This leaf is amazing.





Always a sucker for dew. I am.





This baby is about to burst into amazing color. You can almost feel the tension. I wonder if it took Lamaze classes.

Nepal: Still Life-Seeing the Unseen

This stapled denim patch makes me want to make a bunch of them and staple them to a panel as a mixed media image or take a three dimensional object (a chair) and staple denim patches all over it.





This staircase was at the Shiva guest house. We had to traverse up it to visit the communal toilet. The sun casting it's shadows was perfect. The first image depicts the warmth of the sun and speaks of the hospitality and hope of a stairway going up to light. The second image becomes flat and speaks more to me of abstract beauty with its diagonal lines and semi-symmetric composition.









I shot about ten pictures of this scene and this is all I salvaged and this is even a cropped portion of the original. There was a dumb detail above the bowl on the background that was super distracting. I love ceramic and couldn't bear to not include something so here is my solution.





I usually shy away from "plastic" and "artificial" but this shot was too good colorwise to pass up. This is on the rooftop of the Shiva Guest House where we would hang out. At night the chairs were all turned upside down to keep the rain and dew off of the seat. I was intrigued by the chairs reflection in the rain soaked concrete.






This is the light that would have illuminated the rooftop had we hung out up there at night. I love light on metal. When I changed this image to grayscale, the pole, the wire and the background changed significantly but the color of the metal stayed the same. I decided the color was more of a distraction from what I was originally intending to capture.





I am fascinated by weaves; be they fibre or Twizzlers. See that denim patch? ....ah!





A prayer wheel. The pocket version. These Nepali symbols are very similar to Bangla, I think the first one has an M sound.

Dhulikhel Streets & Dave Covered in Prayer

The washed out sky was a bit more bearable in monochrome.




Coke makes it's presence felt.





Strange symmetry. I love how the window is the juiciest part of the picture but it is the one thing almost devoid of color.





Quick snap on the walk home.





Dave Franz, behind a prayer flag.

Nepal: Nooks, Crannies and a Punctured Sky

Nook # 1, found at the restaurant just over the hill at the top of the 1000 steps. Clay has me under it's spell.





Cranny #1 only looks about half as sumptuous as it really is. It is located in one corner of the outdoor temple that I spoke of towards the beginning of my Nepal series.





Nook #2 has the beauty of clay in the background and the beauty of pigment on stone in the fore. Of course there are many beauties that I failed to mention such as the light and the shadow . . . I'll let you finish the list.





Punctured Sky #1 why it did not burst I'll never know.





Cranny #2 just sweeps me off of my figurative feet with the subtle primary colors making their bold statement . . . whatever it is . . . I'll listen. I got this shot when Lena stopped in at the post office to get some Nepali stamps for a colleague.

Nepal: Clouds, Fences and The End of the World

Read the title.





Read the title again.





. . . and again.



Finally the beauty of Ctrl (I) in Photoshop. Does it not look like judgment day? If I had time for more than one click of alterations I would select the fence from the first picture and drop it onto the second and realify it. I guess then I would need to add a dragon . . . and you wouldn't need to use your imagination.

Nepal: Flowerage and Leaf Shadow Play

I saw a bunch of these swishy beauties way down the hill and I was too hurried to go down and get the shot. I thought it would just be a pleasant memory instead of a photographic artifact. God was smiling on me though because as I walked home from eating breakfast in town one morning I looked up and lo and behold there they were in all of their sensuality. Georgia O'Keefe would have fainted at the sight, of that I am sure.









This is a biggish blossom that my middle son found and my oldest son brought to me to take a picture of . . . for show and tell. Notice how beautiful the browning petals are. If you could have held it . . . it was Delicate with a capital (D). That word actually looks better italicized. Okay, it was delicate italicized.





Looking down the hill alongside the path I was captivated at the beauty of the shadows created by the sun shining through a bug-eaten leaf onto a non-bug-eaten leaf. It somehow makes me think of marriage and how in some areas one partner has some gaping holes . . . some glaring needs and how those holes sometimes bring something beautiful out of the other partner that never would have been revealed otherwise. Anyhow the whole thing is extremely coherent in my mind . . . of course. Enjoy the picture . . . all of you fellow bug-eaten people