tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11289585355047037092023-11-16T21:34:52.863+11:00On the way to...We are always on the way to some place, somewhere or something... this just chronicles my journey to either a place or a state of mind. Hope you can come and accompany me in my travels...JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.comBlogger227125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-29926370578126789992014-04-16T12:08:00.002+10:002014-04-16T12:08:20.738+10:00Flaneuring...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Mundane it may be, but crossing the street has become my moment of agency, the existential moment when I feel most alive, when I mine every available scrap of sensation and experience to make a decision. Do I cross? Do I wait? Walking is the sum of such moments. It is how I know and map my place in the world.<br />
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"The word <em>pedestrian</em>, with its connotations of banality and routine, does not begin to express the satisfaction I experience in this kind of walking. The French have a better word for it. The verb is <em> flâner</em>, which loosely means to stroll or to wander aimlessly. One who walks this way is a <em>flaneur</em>. In Paris, such walking evolved into an art form. <br />
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"<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Baudelaire">Charles Baudelaire</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walter_Benjamin">Walter Benjamin</a> were two of its great practitioners. In their imaginations, an aimless stroll through the streets of Paris became social transformation, the construction of new and subjective realities out of the pedestrian debris of cultural excess and alienation. <em>Whew! </em>Fortunately, you do not have to be a postmodern theorist to follow the flaneur’s art. It can be as simple as strolling down Rue Mouffetard with a baguette under your arm."<br />
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Now I know I am a flaneur as well... a flaneuring photographer! The French [and their language] captures the essence of every imaginable experience... like <em>deja vu</em>!<br />
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Photo above shows Sydney at dusk at one of my photography strolls... I can come back at the same location roughly at the same time but I bet I won't find the same 'view'... now what is the word the French would describe that?JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-72049234010588248302014-03-10T14:37:00.001+11:002014-03-10T15:45:40.539+11:00Jason Martini on street photography<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"It is legitimate for a man who has given the best part of his life to an occupation of absorbing interest, to seek to justify his activity and to relate it to some broader aspect of life, either in the present or in the past. <br />
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But the difficulty is to find a name for what he considers his vocation. For though many names describe it, none exactly fits. Seen with a camera in his hand, he is called a photographer. Yet he possesses no studio, nor does he deal with portraits, publicity, sport or fashion. He does not indulge in documentary or scientific photography. Nothing would horrify him more than to be taken for a professional photographer - a specialist. Does that mean that he's an amateur? No, for he execrates the dilettantism which, for lack of technical skill, is incapable of expressing ideas, of communicating them with form and authority. A reporter, then? Does he rush off to the scene of an accident or a crime? Is he always on the look-out for unusual, spicy details? Does he follow the travel of statesmen or the campaigns of generals? Does he go exploring or visit strange lands beyond the sea? Is he really anxious to witness and record the stupendous, the extraordinary? Why, no. <br />
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He has the utmost distaste for `news' and avoids it when possible. He dislikes travel and loathes sensationalism from the depths of his soul. The most thrilling event for him is daily life. But that is not to describe him as an illustrator, although his pictures do appear in albums and illustrated papers. But what do they illustrate? They do not at any event serve to adorn, explain or comment upon a text. They have captions, usually as clumsy as they are superfluous. It is rather a case of the text, reduced to its simplest expression, illustrating the photographs. <br />
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This man is sometimes said to hunt for pictures. But he hunts nothing at all. He is the quarry, rather, hunted by his pictures. Sometimes, flatteringly, they call him a poet. Then he gets frightened. Has he taken the wrong turning, he wonders? He has never looked at anything with an ulterior, poetic motive, and has always instinctively avoided what is known as poetry. Well, then, he must be an artist. An artist? He hates the very sound of the word when applied to photography. `Artistic photographer'! Horrible! He is man to shut himself up in an ivory tower to play with puzzle-pictures, or to chase after 'against-the-light effects, luminous haloes or stream-lined nudes. Nor is he interested in view-points from awkward angles, dizzy bird's-eye views, or the world seen through the eye of a microscope. He has always shown a sovereign disdain for `artistic' effect, for the `pretty' or the `picturesque'. He has never wasted his time with such childish amusements as super-impression, solarizations and other tricks, which though legitimate from the technical point of view, are condemned utterly and absolutely by the rules of photographic art. He has never felt the itch to overstep the bounds, to ape the latest fads in painting, in order to prove that he, too, can invent, that he, too, has an imagination, and that photography, too, is Art (with a capital `A'). <br />
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Now this man, who yearned in vain for a name, a name that should correspond to his aim and his function discovered to his great surprise a portrait of himself which was so faithful that he had no difficulty in recognizing himself in it. Strangely enough, it is a portrait of Constantin Guys, a draughtsman-chronicler of the Second Empire and the great Victorian era, and it was drawn by that great enemy of photography, Charles Baudelaire. This nameless man, then, attentively studied the features of this portrait which explained himself to himself. <br />
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`I saw', says Baudelaire, `that I was dealing not so much with an artist as with a man of the world. A man of the world is one who understands the world and its mysterious springs of action. An artist is a specialist, chained to his palette like a serf to the soil. This connoisseur of life, this collector of impressions, dislikes being called an artist. Is he not right to do so? His interest is the world at large; he wants to know, to understand, to appreciate everything that happens on the surface of our planet. The artist knows little or nothing of life; the man of the world is in spirit a citizen of the universe.’ <br />
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But that is not all. Our friend was amazed by the delicate perception of the poet who saw in his universal curiosity the <i>fons et origo </i>of his calling. <br />
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`He will dash through a crowd of people to track down an unknown face, a glimpse of which has caught his imagination. For him curiosity has become an all-absorbing, irresistible passion.’ He recognizes himself again in the convalescent `who revels like a child in his ability to be intensely interested in things, even the most trivial in appearance'. `The child', he says, `sees everything as something new. He is always intoxicated. This deep and joyful curiosity explains the child's fixed gaze of animal ecstasy in the presence of something new, whatever its nature.’ Baudelaire goes on to speak of the 'man-child' who, at every moment, has the genius of childhood, that is a genius `for which no aspect of life has become stale'. <br />
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And how could he remain unmoved by these lines, in which the poet situates him in his real element, namely, the crowd? <br />
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`The Crowd is his element, as is air for the bird and water for the fish. His desire and his profession is to identify himself with the crowd. For the complete gaper, the hardened observer, it is a thing of sheer delight to take up his residence among the multitude, the swaying, moving, fugitive, infinite multitude. To be out, and yet to feel everywhere at home; to see the world, to be in the centre of the world - these are some of the lesser joys of those independent, passionate, objective spirits which language is too clumsy to define. The looker-on is a prince, who, wherever he is, keeps his incognito. `Thus this lover of life in the round plunges into the crowd as into the immense reservoir of electricity. We might compare him also to a mirror, as vast as the crowd itself, or to a conscious kaleidoscope which, at every movement, reflects all the multiple facets and the ever-changing beauty of every element of life.' JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-60597020528596409532013-09-04T08:29:00.001+10:002013-09-04T08:30:52.203+10:00Remembering...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Literature," Susan Sontag once said," is writing one wishes to reread." <br />
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'Works of art [and to a greater extend personal photographs], one might extend, are images or objects or performances one wishes to re-view.'<br />
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-David Campany, Redux: Rediscovered Books & Writings [Victor Burgin's Between, 1986]<br />
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"Just as a poet reclaims overused words, the creator of images also challenges everything that has become too familiar. He wants to restore the power of ordinary, disregarded things, to surprise us with what we are tired of seeing every day, or which through habit we no longer even notice; for me, this is the role of a 'creator of images'." Brassai 'No Ordinary Eyes" pp151-152.JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-83810792299457681562013-08-28T10:53:00.001+10:002013-08-28T10:54:22.708+10:00The attraction of Instagram<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"What matters now is Instagram. It’s intoxicating. I’ve recently become hooked. It’s nectar for visual people, like having a poem in your pocket. Just the act of looking for Instagrammable pictures has opened my eyes more widely. I see all kinds of things I didn’t see before: from the big landscape to the tiny, intimate moment, it encourages a closer engagement with the world - tiny visual meditations throughout the day. It’s the perfect medium for ridiculously busy people who feel the urge to create and communicate, but need to do it on the run. For visualists, it is also the perfect way to check in on friends and keep up on them - no need to write the umpteenth email of the day!<br />
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It also raises the bar on what makes a good photograph, because there are so many good photographs on Instagram. It’s a reminder that photography is a weirdly democratic medium and that a photographer has to be incredibly disciplined about his craft. On the flipside, Instagram is so friendly and forgiving that anyone can post images without having to worry about whether they are great. This kind of loosening of restraints is surely good for the creative process, as can be seen in all those good Instagram photographs."<br />
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On the way from work this week; as I was standing & reading my copy of mX, I was asked by a woman if I wanted to sit. Being a bit of a 'macho' and not wanting to take her seat [as I noticed that she was sound asleep on most part of the way...]. I was tempted to ask her whether I look old or feeble to warrant such kindness; but obviously I didn't to avoid embarrasment - mostly on my part, I don't think I want to know the answer. I think, as a middle-age person that I look fit than most since I walk a lot taking photos [as an excuse]. From time to time, I take public transport - one, to avoid the traffic jams; two, to people watch & take more photos - mostly for Instagram and three, to avoid contributing to the pollution & at the same time save a bit of money by commuting.<br />
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Today, one of the students saw me on my computer browsing my Tumblr #ironworks. There were a couple of tattoos on the hashtag & the student commented whether I was looking for a design & update my tatts. he proudly showed me his tatts & his recent addition - his family crest. I said I was too old for tatts of any kind but he, being a young 'tattooed person' - meaning open & more accepting of quirky stuff, said that no one is too old to have one or two. Nowadays, tattoos are no longer the domain of artsy people nor of criminal & gang members... 'alternative' lifestylists & real artists [including hipsters!] sadly lamented the fact.<br />
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It's funny how we perceive ourselves; our looks, how we aged or how we project ourselves in public as well as in various social media. Also our pre-occupation in being young, looking younger, acting younger. The problem with being young is the absence of experience & important life experience! As george Bernard Shaw said that 'Youth is wasted on the young'. Now I finally fully understood what he meant!<br />
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As I just heard on the radio this morning from one listener who is celebrating her birthday today: 'Today will be the youngest I will ever be in my whole life!' Carpe Diem I say! Maybe one of these days I will get a tattoo when I am good and ready... talking about that second mid life crisis! Just waiting & needing that excuse!<br />
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By the way my Tumblr link <a href="http://jayashkal.tumblr.com/">http://jayashkal.tumblr.com/</a> just in case you are not on Instagram!JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-33908558748348711822012-10-18T10:40:00.002+11:002012-10-18T10:40:20.205+11:00Wild flowers"Where the path meets... I'll always take the one with the wild flowers." <br />
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Quote from this<a href="http://www.sbs.com.au/films/movie/6382/If-You-Love-Me,-Follow-Me"> movie</a> I was watching last night...JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-62389030918400854922012-10-09T16:28:00.000+11:002012-11-28T17:50:51.330+11:00Homage to Eugene Atget<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Self promotion update Nov 2012: My winning entry is the one above... taken with a Samsung Galaxy 2 and edited with an Android app called OldPhoto. This is the main archway at the NSW Art Gallery; inspired by Eugene Atget's penchant for recording everyday life in the Old Paris, its people & architecture. Thanks for the NSW Art Gallery staff for the prize - a photobook about Eugene Atget; now a much treasured memento.</div>
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Congratulations to Garry Trinh (@garrytrinh), winner of the Atget Instagram competition! Garry has won a night at the Sofitel Sydney Wentworth, a Eugene Atget merchandise pack and a gift card for the Gallery restaurant.<br />
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Of the winning works, Judy Annear, senior curator photographs and competition judge, said:<br />
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Of the 13 finalists, it was very hard to choose the winner and 5 runners up. It was clear in shortlisting from the 1,600 entries that many participants had really thought about what they were doing. The consideration that went into the technical aspects, location, meaning, and how all of these might relate to the parameters of the Atget competition, as well as the inspiration gained from looking at Atget’s photographs, was in many cases considerable. Hence a third category of highly commended.<br />
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In all cases Sydney’s charm is revealed as mysterious, the streets enigmatic, the gardens a little melancholy, passersby engaged in their private worlds. Familiar environments become haunting as the everyday comes into focus.<br />
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The winner is commended for the depiction of an ordinary street where the intersection of human and natural environments gives the viewer the frisson of the uncanny."<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">'When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.'<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>~ Ansel Adams</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It's another end to something... and this time it is autumn of 2012. Obviously one can't record the whole season how much one would try... one can only attempt to record those fleeting moments. In this case, I tried 'quoting' the end of autumn 2012 in between lunch. The weather is sunny, not too cold & the shapes, shades & colourss provided by nature are spectacular. Please enjoy...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">#lookingup #autumn on Instagram. Taken by my trusted iPhone4 & edited with Instagram [@jayashkal]</span></div>JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-88166023989404626382012-05-31T14:32:00.000+10:002012-05-31T14:32:56.246+10:00Daniel Suelo on 'damned if I do and damned if I don't'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"A seed falls to the ground and dies, hiding in the soil. It grows up into a plant that flowers in fluorescent color, attracting bees and hummingbirds and humans. Condemn it for hiding. Then condemn it for blooming. Condemn it for wilting. Then it might produce fruit. What condemnation then? Are we resentful because the plant knows only to follow its own nature, both hiding and blooming in glory and bearing more seeds? I don't know how any of it works, it just does, and it's beautiful and I'll enjoy it, whether or not people like to crush plants under their feet."</div>
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As an amateur photographer, flowers are the most easiest to photograph as well as the most rewarding. It doesn't take too much effort to capture the beauty of a flower... it is already there. Just a matter of timing... great light, nice angle. Nature has already set the scene for you... the colours, the scent... alll it takes is a pair of steady hands.JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-91355532606451863832012-01-23T14:13:00.001+11:002012-01-23T14:13:18.697+11:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"When you lose someone, it feels like the hole in your gum when a tooth falls out. You can chew, you can eat, you have plenty of other teeth, but your tongue keeps going back to that empty place, where all nerves are still a little raw."<br />
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And joy, is after all, the end of life."</div>
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- George Mallory on the sheer joy of climbing Mt Everest.</div>
<br />JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-59193324622873690922011-10-10T20:27:00.000+11:002011-10-10T20:27:01.729+11:00Sitio Remedios @ Barangay Victoria, Currimao, Ilocos NorteJust another entry to a place I want to stay and visit... one of those 'old' village resort.<br />
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I 'discovered' the place by reading Twits by CC, I Googled and in the process end up in a blog, called <a href="http://nodoors.blogspot.com/2010/07/sitio-remedios-ilocos-norte.html">'No Doors</a>'.JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-20304709316791932312011-09-05T20:53:00.000+10:002011-09-05T20:53:15.283+10:00Photography & 'Pulping the past'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPiqNeXDakCRYcZ-H3EIoPtWvcUa94tuv_liQ0Go0BkMDdtVwBIOkbv3UyQQheZ7mKUDglCOi1bZ8Yyo0tYFr0WL2rZUTpMAfC6EuaePMc8G6fs3eUW7q5Mif-XJg9OYHImXX396a-Wo/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPiqNeXDakCRYcZ-H3EIoPtWvcUa94tuv_liQ0Go0BkMDdtVwBIOkbv3UyQQheZ7mKUDglCOi1bZ8Yyo0tYFr0WL2rZUTpMAfC6EuaePMc8G6fs3eUW7q5Mif-XJg9OYHImXX396a-Wo/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
"It gets on my nerves when people seem to be so intent on filming everything [ouch] on their mobile phones. I just wish people would experience it and be in that moment," the former Pulp key player Jarvis Cocker says.<br />
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"It used tobe when you went on holiday you'd see families where the father couldn't interact with anyone, so he'd stand there with the video camera filming the whole holiday and you'd think: "What a sad character." Now young people are doing it - its bad. They're becoming middle-aged before their time." The idea of a performance being a one-off appeals to Cocker [Pulping the past by Kylie Northover, SMH 13-14 June 2009].<br />
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"Cocker says having something that lingers only as a memory is better, as it changes over time.<br />
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"It gets altered in your brain, by your perception, whereas if you've just got a crappy, hand-held phone footage version of it, it brings it all crashing down to earth, [I guess, without the benefit of rose-tinted memory - fading and in the moment of how you experience & remember the event.] you know what I mean?"JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-29678113036247470622011-09-05T15:27:00.000+10:002011-09-05T15:27:02.484+10:00Hot in the saddle: Bangkok on cycle, boat, etc."Mount up as Russell Gould [mX 24 Feb 2009] risks life, limb and noodle on two wheels through the streets of <a href="http://www.covankessel.com/">Bangkok</a>.<br />
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"It's a five-hour exercise with lunch thrown in and that's no ordinary sandwich shop. You dine at a canal-side[Bangkok afterall is the "Venice of the East"!] restaurant that would seat less than 20 where the cooks are also the waiters and a chat with them, while they cook, is just good manners.<br />
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"A bike tour of Bangkok is an expedition through the nooks and crannies Indiana Jones would struggle to locate, far away from the digi-brigade. Don't try to work out where you've come from, where you've been or where you could possibly be going next.<br />
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"That's a mystery not worth solving. Just keep your eyes on the road, and your balance, and enjoy a different Bangkok."<br />
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<a href="http://www.covankessel.com/">http://www.covankessel.com/</a> Co van Kessel Bangkok Tours.<br />
JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-19676822933582137872011-09-02T08:45:00.000+10:002011-09-02T08:45:33.074+10:00Mudgee Wine & Food Fest: 9-25 Sept 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTuPwk_RmNMQBpITGvrJCWB97fR3KKHFai50WIL8PIyzmO83IY4DHenLToQmOPq2TW_anYtI006nghD5YgTochp3VXtd2WHEEJP4kCxfdBy3A3LZ1GOheoTXawvp1s5qtPoiTeUEOsBZU/s1600/Mudgee+Wine+Fest.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTuPwk_RmNMQBpITGvrJCWB97fR3KKHFai50WIL8PIyzmO83IY4DHenLToQmOPq2TW_anYtI006nghD5YgTochp3VXtd2WHEEJP4kCxfdBy3A3LZ1GOheoTXawvp1s5qtPoiTeUEOsBZU/s400/Mudgee+Wine+Fest.JPG" width="400" xaa="true" /></a></div>JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-80261812173087520742011-08-31T16:23:00.000+10:002011-08-31T16:23:47.324+10:00Goodbye winter, see you next year again!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSV-s5usA-5jRKBEK4LT6hsBaCGVKNK358NNUsPraQtQhRPOo2IU8chpI2hiGSSrdgQsb0AhtCvBmlF_AZugf8FVx72dTHnNrKqOJ4qKw6sNkrDSOQeaZGAwxzidOZoSQX1ypv1cUXEs8/s1600/IMG_2834%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSV-s5usA-5jRKBEK4LT6hsBaCGVKNK358NNUsPraQtQhRPOo2IU8chpI2hiGSSrdgQsb0AhtCvBmlF_AZugf8FVx72dTHnNrKqOJ4qKw6sNkrDSOQeaZGAwxzidOZoSQX1ypv1cUXEs8/s400/IMG_2834%255B1%255D.JPG" width="400" xaa="true" /></a></div>JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-71658595708764933622011-08-30T14:25:00.001+10:002011-08-30T14:31:46.979+10:00Iconic Santorini<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOadziMzLRi97QRaqnhyByI_gwYMBbenYybhDdpuiz5d4fXRFCZ7r1sD7rsPQctV10mxzgGl65vJPmQXGtmUJqNRERuSVwEzxbOEdiy8s_luyLjbOnVak43aGB-DcygYmWmu4JF3kU-Po/s1600/IMG_2773%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOadziMzLRi97QRaqnhyByI_gwYMBbenYybhDdpuiz5d4fXRFCZ7r1sD7rsPQctV10mxzgGl65vJPmQXGtmUJqNRERuSVwEzxbOEdiy8s_luyLjbOnVak43aGB-DcygYmWmu4JF3kU-Po/s400/IMG_2773%255B1%255D.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Been privileged enough to travel, see & experience this wonderful & extra ordinary place - a place created by volcanic explosions & now a peaceful caldera. No wonder; that according to local sources - and you can see the evidences; that most affluent inhabitants would have a family chapel of their own! I guess it is best to be closer to God - commune with Him at close range all day long and not be bothered with trekking the mountainous terrain. And this is what these blue-domed and white washed buildings are - some of the iconic images of Santorini. [Others are the view of the cliff houses overlooking the caldera; the sunset at Oia, one of numerous districts in Santorini]. But more than that, the small village atmosphere of the place, untouched & unaffected by the thousands & millions of tourists. The people are friendly and welcoming and the local produce are second to none [our favourite are the Santorini tomatoes - small but sweet & very tasty; and the wines! Must be the volcanic soil around these parts].JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-69956665079701762942011-08-20T18:00:00.000+10:002011-08-20T18:00:32.498+10:00Ones @ Barcelona<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNBI8RnKuWMhIizAtUxgDJDu9QD2MM6HulUZqTM9xRnYnGoTNTk9kVtBbwNkZK87XjIVI2ecABs2zh58VygRusup2BmOEhVURWTnuGsYMK-MfHQaaHCt0q6lQQknxwj7Dbfztqki7HeQ/s1600/IMG_2694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNBI8RnKuWMhIizAtUxgDJDu9QD2MM6HulUZqTM9xRnYnGoTNTk9kVtBbwNkZK87XjIVI2ecABs2zh58VygRusup2BmOEhVURWTnuGsYMK-MfHQaaHCt0q6lQQknxwj7Dbfztqki7HeQ/s400/IMG_2694.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
A sculpture by Andreu Alfaro seen on the way to travels in Spain...<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The path of Andreu Alfaro since his initial beginning to the middle of the 1940's until today is of an engaged artist with his space and materials, but even more so with the concept of time. He approaches art by creating tributes to exempt personalities of past culture, signifying the interpretation of the present without renouncing the past, as well as to historical memory and tradition."</span>JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-37602378081439746222011-08-05T13:47:00.002+10:002011-08-05T13:47:58.470+10:004 Aug 2011 Late afternoon... winter.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9bUkIsob65cW15Drr49_LHOqN9qUfMTFr9uASVntwP2S6f_DeWSOgKbu1jfaV3Nu9JWiLRb7fSmm4TqGBuIxYHDnGv79COJrzQuho6G_Yfi59gNscE2MwRYGnJ5DY9grMskqvW-1u0wI/s1600/Stratfield+4+Aug+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9bUkIsob65cW15Drr49_LHOqN9qUfMTFr9uASVntwP2S6f_DeWSOgKbu1jfaV3Nu9JWiLRb7fSmm4TqGBuIxYHDnGv79COJrzQuho6G_Yfi59gNscE2MwRYGnJ5DY9grMskqvW-1u0wI/s400/Stratfield+4+Aug+2011.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div>JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-27493019497131224062011-05-24T19:46:00.004+10:002011-08-30T15:45:18.596+10:00Everyday I am shuffling...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLSnjDEO5WNHh107dgymXPi5OPUWk6NvNNu3o_jd6eRxJqZeZDebncXPsDr896W9BmRDAjGMZi33nTH3bUj0GljN7UIVK0XSAeHymkRqKeAu_P5zGXZhMXOfNgOLrMgom91ypnJv9W5P0/s1600/Shuffling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLSnjDEO5WNHh107dgymXPi5OPUWk6NvNNu3o_jd6eRxJqZeZDebncXPsDr896W9BmRDAjGMZi33nTH3bUj0GljN7UIVK0XSAeHymkRqKeAu_P5zGXZhMXOfNgOLrMgom91ypnJv9W5P0/s400/Shuffling.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div>JayAshKalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01754210438117796753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128958535504703709.post-76437324330118249132011-05-24T19:45:00.000+10:002011-05-24T19:45:43.055+10:00Kawasan Falls, Cebu<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2kk-amnE1yQ" width="425"></iframe><br />
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This is another viewpoint from a picture from <a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1552367175324.2073051.1419503807#!/media/set/?set=a.10150217015767463.346934.108605392462">Amazing Places To Experience Around The Globe</a> [via FB]:<br />
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