The Mekong was an incredible place. The whole industry is fishing. All the banks are lined with nets. The people are out in small boats casting nets. There are big fishing rigs.
The river we went on is a tributary to the big lake. The silty water is very fecund and abounds with small fish. The people catch the tiny fish and grind them to fish paste to ell in the market. The women cover up with masks to protect their faces from the sun. The kids are often naked. Tiny kids swim and dive in the water. There is no health and safety here.
The people are transient fishers. The houses are ramshackle on stilts or floating rafts because the water rises over twenty feet and floods the land. There was a lot of wild-life – big black and white herons, kingfishers and snakes.
I fear that the over-fishing is going to kill the golden goose – the overpopulation is causing immense pressure on the ecosystem. Killing the tiny fish will deplenish the stock.
Cassawaries are getting very rare. They are too often the victims of cars and end up as large roadkill. We had given up hope of seeing one. It was getting dark – hence these shots are not as bright and sharp as they could have been. Then this family of gorgeous psychedelic birds walked right out into the road in front of us! Amazing.
This ibis were flocking to roost at the top of some trees in Cairns.
These swallows were getting a free ride on the ferry across to Daintree park.
The food, the people, the colours and the atmosphere were all superb. We loved it.
The whole island was adorned with Balinese Hindu worship. It seemed that the greatest industrial output was the manufacture of statues and offerings to the gods. It made for a colourful and often spectacular surrounds though one sometimes thought that some of that energy might be better directed to improving the roads and infrastructure. The gods were not coming through with the goods. The prayers were not answered.
Like most places the population explosion made for crowded roads, shanty housing and encroachment into the countryside. There was a lot of poverty and squalor in between the beauty.
We were fortunate to be invited to a Balinese wedding. It was beautiful. The colours were amazing. The people so friendly.
The whole island is volcanic. There are many offerings to the volcanic gods. That seems to be the basis for a lot of their superstitions. Eruptions caused death and destruction. The gods needed appeasing. Skinnerian psychology at play.
The temples were opulent and lavish – truly spectacular. The culture was rich.
Yorkshire is a beautiful county. The sun always shines.
I write and take shots in the hopes that we preserve all this beauty in nature for future generations to wonder at – and of course for all the other creatures that inhabit this planet with us. They are all as important as we are!! They need protecting and caring for!