Sunday, 23 March 2014

Cross processed feel - sunny Saturday with the boys (and one week to go till you get here - woohooo)



The rest of these are self explanatory (in terms of people - the cross processed colours are from a gel flash in the daylight) - the guy above is Aiden's mate Jake - I think it's such a good name for him, has a buccaneer feel to it; he's a lovely kid, but also morphs into captain nutter on the rugby field - absolutely no fear whatsoever, rapidly on the boil, passion and fury - great fun to watch.  Not sure where he lost half a front tooth - but Ange tells me it's going to get fixed at some later stage.  He and Aiden had just come back from an outing to a climbing wall which they greatly enjoyed.

Thursday, 13 March 2014

Nights in and around Sheung Sze Wan










Evan back then with a stamp - made me smile to see this


The for-me-three-most-beautiful bikes


A slice of joy


William Blake



William Blake I have been delighted and overawed by since I was 18 and had him thrust upon me at University - having, I think, been shielded from this all at school.  He was the artist pure, a revolutionary, outspoken, a writer, a painter and etcher - above is his Creation of Eve.  These lines below are from the Marriage of Heaven and Hell - the Proverbs of Hell.

Be calm my child, remember that you must do all the good you can the present day

In seed-time learn, in harvest teach,                         
A book he illustrated with Mary Wollstonecraft
in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plough
over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the
palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid
courted by Incapacity.
He who desires, but acts not, breeds
pestilence.
The cut worm forgives the plough.
Dip him in the river who loves
water.
A fool sees not the same tree that a
wise man sees.
He whose face gives no light shall
never become a star.
Eternity is in love with the productions
of time.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
The hours of folly are measured by
the clock, but of wisdom no clock can
measure.
All wholesome food is caught without
a net or a trap.
Bring out number, weight, and
measure in a year of dearth.
No bird soars too high if he soars
with his own wings.
A dead body revenges not injuries.
The most sublime act is to set another
before you.
If the fool would persist in his folly
he would become wise.
Folly is the cloak of knavery.
Shame is Pride's cloak.
Prisons are built with stones of law,
brothels with bricks of religion.
The pride of the peacock is the
glory of God.
The lust of the goat is the bounty
of God.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom
of God.
The nakedness of woman is the
work of God.
Excess of sorrow laughs, excess of
joy weeps.
The roaring of lions, the howling of
wolves, the raging of the stormy sea,
and the destructive sword, are portions
of Eternity too great for the eye
of man.
The fox condemns the trap, not
himself.
Joys impregnate, sorrows bring
forth.
Let man wear the fell of the lion,
woman the fleece of the sheep.
The bird a nest, the spider a web,
man friendship.
The selfish smiling fool and the
sullen frowning fool shall be both
thought wise that they may be a rod.
What is now proved was once only
imagined.
The rat, the mouse, the fox, the
rabbit watch the roots; the Hon, the
tiger, the horse, the elephant watch
the fruits.
The cistern contains, the fountain
overflows.
One thought fills immensity.
Always be ready to speak your
mind, and a base man will avoid you.
Everything possible to be believed
is an image of truth.
The eagle never lost so much time
as when he submitted to learn of the
crow.
The fox provides for himself, but
God provides for the lion.
Think in the morning, act in the
noon, eat in the evening, sleep in the
night.
He who has suffered you to impose
on him knows you.
As the plough follows words, so
God rewards prayers.
The tigers of wrath are wiser than
the horses of instruction.
Expect poison from the standing
water.
You never know what is enough
unless you know what is more than
enough.
Listen to the fool's reproach; it is a
kingly title.
The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air,
the mouth of water, the beard of
earth.
The weak in courage is strong in
cunning.
The apple tree never asks the beech
how he shall grow, nor the lion the
horse how he shall take his prey.
The thankful receiver bears a plentiful
harvest.
If others had not been foolish we
should have been so.
The soul of sweet delight can never
be defiled.
When thou seest an eagle, thou
seest a portion of Genius. Lift up thy
head!
As the caterpillar chooses the fairest
leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest
lays his curse on the fairest joys.
To create a little flower is the labour
of ages.
Damn braces; bless relaxes.
The best wine is the oldest, the best
water the newest.
Prayers plough not; praises reap
not; joys laugh not; sorrows weep
not.
The head Sublime, the heart Pathos,
the genitals Beauty, the hands and
feet Proportion.
As the air to a bird, or the sea
to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible.
The crow wished everything was
black; the owl that everything was
white.
Exuberance is Beauty.
If the lion was advised by the fox,
he would be cunning.
Improvement makes straight roads,
but the crooked roads without Improvement
are roads of Genius.
Sooner murder an infant in its
cradle than nurse unacted desires.
Where man is not, nature is barren.
Truth can never be told so as to be
understood and not to be believed.
Enough! or Too much.

[You should google Mary Wollstonecraft btw - married to William Godwin, father of the Anarchist movement, she wrote amongst other things the book "A Vindication of the Rights of Women" which is the foundation of feminist literature. Her daughter Mary, was married to the the poet Shelly, and wrote the novel Frankenstein.  Something of a family.] 

Sunday, 9 March 2014

Shanghai

I find it impossible to have a view on China - it's simultaneously so bleak and grim but also an amazing thing.  I think the difference between the two is the height of the pile of Renminbi.

 


Sunday, 2 March 2014

The beauty of detail - and my fave shot from the trip

This is my favourite shot from the trip - it's just happily crazy, and given it was Simon's birthday, delighted he's in it.
The beautiful barrel-vault ceiling of one of the many Catholic churches - this one wood, and a lovely faded teal.
The dome inside another - I particularly liked the dove flying in the bottom right of the picture.
The old Chinese houses had some amazingly beautiful plaster work, made out of crushed coral and egg-white.  Not sure if you can see enough detail with this size picture, but the dog in the top left had a particularly wild look on its face - perhaps eying the tasty bird?  The glazed ventilation tiles below it are Chinese coin motifs, and in each corner is a bat - a lucky symbol in Chinese.  The town was full of bats - as in bat imagery - I didn't s spot any live ones.

The History Tour


Simon was born in Zomba in Malawi, grew up in Rhodesia, then Zimbabwe, studied in South Africa - so perhaps that is why he decided that his party tour should have an African safari theme.  So people had African safari clothes - except for the historian who led the tour, whose arm is on the right.  We all met in the central plaza of Macau, and the tour left from there on foot.  Fiona (McDonald) didn't really have an African safari outfit, but she did have a very weird and delightful mask, which she dutifully wore for the whole tour - it might have come from a dancing girl outfit at one of the casinos which Macau is famous for (and interestingly, which take more money now than Vegas).  A part of the immense interest of the place seems locked in this grey zone role it has played over time; gambling, vice, drug-trade (opium, heroin - but also crucially during the war years, quinine - essential for fighting jungle warfare) and place where people could meet and interact pretty freely of interference.  While Hong Kong was over-run by the Japanese during the War, and bombed, and people interred - Macau remained neutral and had, right through the war, functioning British and Japanese embassies in adjacent buildings (which is pretty bizarre).
The coolest thing about Fiona's mask was just how beautifully insane it rendered any picture - so you'll be seeing more of it in the pages that follow.  I liked this photo a lot - the mask, Kevin's pith helmet and bandolier - cracker stuff.
There are amazing buildings and churches, some of which are very grand (this green one is the old theatre), some of which are very old (1600's), but for me it was in the small details and back alleys that the real fascination lay.  You would never see these places if you didn't have a guide - and to have one with this sort of knowledge (he is an historian, writer, researcher, and storyteller of absolute note).

These sorts of amazing back alleys, huge coils of incense burning, labyrinthine
And amidst it all, this incredible history, mixed in with modern living.
Like this old arched alleyway, with it's shuttered window above, going past a Harley Davidson, and then a courtyard with people burning paper money for the ancestors...
... and tiny cobbled courtyards, with tiny houses, hundreds of years old.  It's amazing.
The town is full of little fountain and treed plazas
This is the red-light district, which has been operating since time immemorial, and still is.
This is the old Dutch East Indies Company cemetery, from what was described as Macau's second great period of prosperity, when the Dutch took over the trading routes to Japan from the Portuguese.  The earliest grave in here that I saw was from the 1700's - which is interesting in the context of South Africa, in that the same company arrived in the Cape in 1652 - and it was in the years just before that in which the Dutch rose to prominence in Macau - their ship technology is what fueled their trading success.
In the very old library, there were also much more modern books - surprisingly, Adolf Hitler's Mein Kampf was spotted by Robyn on one of the shelves.  This is not a book that one commonly finds in public libraries - for good reason - but also highlights Macau's existence in the grey zone between what is ruled against by others.  The guide mentioned that it had its fair share of fascists, and this is simply reflective of that.
This photo is taken from one of the forts built (if I remember correctly) in the mid 1500's, you can see the density of the place down below.
Angie, framed by the door of an old Chinse style house
Inside the newer parts of the city the buildings look like this. Tight for a big car.

Loved this photo - another little plaza, with the beautiful old yellow building, with the lady sitting on the bench in front of it, and the much grimmer modern stuff on either side.  The town is full of this very groovy patterned paving - which as it turns out is a modern addition (maybe 20 years old).


Macau fiftieth bash

Angie and I on the ferry to Macau for Simon's 50th birthday party.  Instead of some been-there-done-that party, it started with a round of golf (last time I played was when your grandfather turned 70 - so nearly a decade ago - lots to fear), followed by a dinner at Fernando's - certainly one of my fave restaurants in Asia - and then a whole day walking history tour of the city.  This latter bit did not sound like a particularly great idea to me, but Simon is into history, and I thought that it was important to do this if it was what he wanted.  As it turns out it was FANTASTIC - the guy was wonderful, the history stunning and relevant - now I think I will be looking to go one some of the Hong Kong ones he does. 
It was perfect weather, cool and overcast with a gentle breeze.  The course is visually arresting - ocean - vistas etc.  I played with Roy, Keven and Pete.  There were penalties (in the form of a bottle of Vodka) for three putting (did a fair bit of that), and for losing the hole (did a fair bit of that too), so I was pretty well lubricated by the end of the first nine - and feeling very Tiger by the 18th.  Roy must have been thirsty in the picture above - because he's a pretty useful golfer.  Great fun all in all.
We got back to the hotel with an hour-to-shower and then off for a walk along the beach to Fernando's. 
The hotel is in the background of this one, so by the time we were getting near the light had pretty much run out - though I took a couple of cool pics in the gloom - particularly like the one below of Simon and Courtney on their way across.
Fernando's didn't disappoint, great food and sangria, hypercompetitive games of fussball afterwards, and then a moonlit walk back to the hotel.  Perfect.