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    • Birds at Sea

      Once or twice a year, I try to go on a boat ride with some birders. I started birding as a joke ("I'm getting old I need an old person hobby!") but found that I love it. I especially love pelagic birds (and also shore birds, but to a lesser extent). Something about the raw power of the ocean and the ocean life in and around and above it really inspires me. The first time I went, I saw a feeding frenzy up close: of whales hunting, pushing fish up to the surface, different types of birds diving in and out of the water. It was majestic.

      The Farallon Islands don't look too far from San Francisco on the map but it's many hours in treacherous waters. Many people throw up: for hours. I have never had motion sickness, so I was happy to tap on that life skill to try to take photos from the boat. It's hard when you're on a boat, harder when the waters are so incredibly choppy.

      Anyway, here are some photos I loved from the trip back in July.

      a color photo of sea lions lying on a buoy

      Sea lions on a buoy off Half Moon bay.

      a color photo of a tufted puffin in the ocean

      Tufted puffin bobbing about in the Pacific Ocean.

      a color photo of sea lions and birds in the ocean

      Active sea life in the Pacific Ocean.

      a color photo of some birds flying between rocks in the pacific ocean

      The pure power of the ocean and the life in it.

      a sea lion and its pup in the rocks

      Sea lion and pup in the rocks.

      a color photo of thousands of birds sitting on the rocks of the farallon islands

      Sheer and overwhelming number of birds on the rocks and the waters around.

      All photos taken with a Nikon D810 and 200-500mm lens.

    • Five Frames in Camp Mather with my Yashica 124G and Portra 160

      One of the more unique things about Bay Area life is that many Bay Area cities have their own 'cabin in the woods' programs in the summer. San Francisco has Camp Mather, Oakland has Feather River Camp, Berkeley has two camps at Tuolumne River and at Echo Lake, San Jose has one near Groveland.

      Camping in the Sierras is a tradition in this region. The camps all work similarly: the recs and parks departments of those cities manage and operate these camps, which are also excellent places for youths to work summer jobs as they get free board and an hourly rate comparable to working in a restaurant. For outdoorsy youths it certainly seems like a dream, and I wish I had such a thing open to me as a teen. The camps are open to residents and non-residents, though non-residents will tend to pay a little more. The cities also have subsidized programs for lower income residents, and may also run special weeks for the elderly, for families, or for disabled children.

      San Francisco's Camp Mather seems to be one of the most competitive ones to apply to. There's a lottery, and if you win it you get to go. On a whim, I applied to a lottery for a 3 person cabin and got it for late August. I went with my wife, and a friend.

      The cabin was a reasonable size, with only space for a double and a single bed and a chest of drawers. Mosquito nets all over the windows and doors. Clean bathrooms and toilets a short (1 min) walk way. The camp was very well set up, with good facilities. There was a swimming pool and a gorgeous lake. There are activities for adults and children every single day and evening. There are on-site naturalists who have daily morning and evening walks to nearby spots. We went on one such walk, and found it fun and helpful: they knew the trails that were not widely known, and they'd each had decades of experience in that particular spot of Stanislaus National Forest (where Camp Mather is located) and the parts of Yosemite National Park that are near.

      What you can expect: Hetch-Hetchy, the reservoir that provides water to San Francisco, is a short drive away and is gorgeous. Almost as gorgeous as parts of Yosemite National Park, but with far fewer tourists. Plan for a whole day in Yosemite Valley, which is easily accessible, if you haven't been. The kitchen can provide a packed lunch (various sandwiches and fruit) for your days out of camp. A coworker said 'Camp Mather is the only place where I can leave my children and have them entertained from morning to night, while I also get to do fun things on my own or with my spouse, and I just have my kids on a walkie-talkie and everyone has fun'.

      Indeed, that was the vibe of the whole place. On the evenings we were there, adult programs included 'wine and paint night in the barn' and 'walk to see the superbloom of a giant flower'. Oh, there are also tennis courts, and lots of ping pong tables. Food was also good, and it's nice to be in an outdoorsy environment without having to manage your food supply!

      Overall, I'm a fan.

      a scan of a color negative of a medium format photo. photo is of the Yosemite peaks from tunnel view, showing the peaks in the background and some trees in the foreground

      View of the famous Yosemite peaks from Tunnel View.

      a scan of a color negative of a medium format photo. photo is a butterfly-like insect on a plant

      Going out to spend time in nature is just a wondrous gift.

      a scan of a color negative of a medium format photo. photo is of a wooden cabin with the number 96 in the foreground, and trees in the background

      Our little cabin that was home for a few nights.

      a scan of a color negative of a medium format photo. photo is of a bench set among some trees and cabins

      Every cabin has a bench like this in front of it. It's a good place to have a snack or just sit, as the cabin doesn't have much of a seating area.

      a scan of a color negative of a medium format photo. photo is of a waterfall in yosemite

      Yosemite in the summer is extremely crowded. If you only have a day you might only be able to see the car-accessible spots in and around Yosemite Valley. But it is still wonderful. This is a photo of Lower Yosemite Falls. Not pictured: the hundreds of people below it.

      All photos taken with Yashica Mat 124G, Kodak Portra 160, self-developed in Bellini C41 kit, and scanned on Fuji Frontier.

    • B Sides (Myanmar)

      Some time around 2012/2013, I spent most of my time in Myanmar. The country was opening up: Aung San Suu Kyi was out, reform was in the air, Burmese students and exiles were coming home. There was a true spirit of hope and optimism. I was no longer a photographer or writer at that time, but I had developed a set of skills from my time in that world. I had become the person that tech companies sent to 'figure stuff out in new markets'. It was also a lucrative and exciting gig while that lasted. I did that for a couple of years.

      My time being a 'fixer' for photographers and journalists around Southeast Asia also meant that I already knew people everywhere. I was not only okay with bureaucracy, I celebrated it. They just seemed like interesting puzzles to solve. Getting a photographer access to a person in a Bangladeshi village was more complex than getting a multinational company access to the top ten people they could hire, or finding them an office space in a booming market.

      a photo of two people in a Burmese restaurant, one wearing a hat and another wearing traditional Burmese attire and reading a newspaper

      Somewhere in Mandalay.

      a photo of the insides of a Burmese restaurant with blue pastel walls and wooden chairs and tables and a very old photo of Britney Spears on the wall

      Britney was everywhere.

      a photo of two senior Burmese Indian gentlemen sitting on very small chairs and talking to each other

      Being close to Bengal, Myanmar and Kolkata always had strong links. Rangoon and Calcutta were, in the heyday, the Paris and London of the British empire in the east. Many Burmese people have Indian ancestry, and Burmese-Tamil, Burmese-Gujarati, Burmese-Bengali cultures are totally a thing. You see that in the people, food, language and historical landmarks too.

      a photo of a menu item in Myanmar with fried food, and Burmese and English word that say TOTAL FRIED FOOD

      Fried total food. I love Burmese food.

      a photo of mohinga, a Burmese fish curry noodle soup usually eaten for breakfast

      My routine was to get in to Yangon on the early morning Jetstar flight from Singapore. I would land at Yangon airport, and head straight for Tin Tin Aye in Sanchaung for their famous mohinga. No one was allowed to schedule any meetings for me until I'd had mohinga.

      All photos: various iPhones through the years.

    • B Sides (India)

      When I think back to the life I led in my 20s, I will be forever grateful and amazed that I got to do the things that I did. How did I figure out how to travel around the world, eating, working, writing, taking photos? I don't think that life exists anymore. Not in the same way anyway. But I really milked it for what I could.

      Right out of college, I was a freelance travel and food writer. I wrote about different parts of Southeast Asia. I wrote about chefs. I was interested in history, food culture, people. I still am. But the ways in which I led that life (writing for magazines with "Geographic" in their name, getting advances and payouts from travel guidebooks, selling photos to newspapers), don't and won't exist anymore.

      So I continue to do those things, but with a day job.

      While I was out on the road, my phone photos were an important 'B Roll'. Today I am sharing a selection of those photos in one place, for the first time.

      a photo of two men in Chennai, India, in a restaurant showing some food from behind a counter

      Chennai was often my first port of call. Whenever I had work in India, I would fly first to Chennai. $100 one way from Singapore. Once there, I deeply explored the world of 'nonveg Tamil food', still one of my favorite cuisines anywhere. That love for Tamil Nadu country food was a love that nourished me and kept me happy. Brain masala, mutton sukka, deeply spiced seeraga samba biryanis. They also called this 'military food', and it was cuisine that was eaten in contrast to the totally vegetarian, 'cleaner' high caste food that I never developed a fondness for. Whenever in Chennai, I ate most at places like this.

      a photo of the insides of a restaurant in Chennai that says Sri Velu Military Hotel

      Sri Velu was one place that I frequented for this type of food.

      a photo of a man standing at a window of a Alibag vada pav restaurant in India

      Roadtrips across India were a big part of my life. I went on long rides with friends, and one frequent trip was the road trip from Mumbai to Alibag. Vada pavs were mandatory, of course. Till this day, I still dream about the perfect little potato patties, with the right amount of spice, in a squishy white bread.

      a photo of the outside of an old looking Goan seafood restaurant in Mumbai

      I spent most of my time in either Chennai or Mumbai. These are the two cities that, even today, if you were to drop me there and have me live there for months on end, I would be quite happy. My social circles and my favorite foods remain the same. Goan and all other coastal Konkani food is also a cuisine that I adore. In Mumbai, I frequently went to places like this, as well as to Gomantak or Malvani restaurants.

      a photo of a restaurant with tamil words that says Orosorru

      My happiest food memories are always whenever I get to get Tamil style biryanis. Orosorru in Chennai was a fave for a long time, but sadly they are no longer around.

    • Nearly Two Decades Ago

      One of the things I love about film photography is how it gives me a good sense of my exact feelings at precise moments in time. Depending on the film stock and camera I used, looking at old film photos takes me back in ways that I don't experience with other types of photos I have taken in the past.

      I know, for example, from the low light and lack of sharpness in these first few photos that I was just beginning to learn about film photography, and that I frequently used film stock that was not 'right' for the light conditions.

      a scan of a color photograph of a bus stop in Singapore around 2006

      I know from the photo of the bus stop that this is in 2004 exactly, because I have been taking a bus from this bus stop my entire life and can tell from the way the shelter and seats and ads are set up, that it was when I was heading to university. I also know that I was probably late (because no one is waiting here and it's way past rush hour, so I've definitely overslept, again.)

      a scan of a color photo of a woman sitting outside a mosque in singapore with lots of shoes behind her

      I can tell from this photo of a woman sitting outside a mosque in Little India, Singapore, that this was when I was experimenting with plastic, toy cameras. I came to this area very often for food, and often walked past this mosque.

      a scan of a color photo of grass and dark blue sky in a low lit photo, with buildings in the background

      I know from looking at this photo that it was in the early 00s. This wide open space no longer exists in Singapore. Every inch of open space now has several buildings on it. The tallest building in the background anchors me and lets me know exactly where I was when I took this photo: my cousins lived in that building.

      a scan of a color photo of a prison in Cambodia

      This photo was taken with my first 'real' camera, which was a Nikon F-601 SLR. I used it to take photos on my first 'real' trip abroad, where I traveled to Thailand and Cambodia overland (by bus and taxi and train and motorbike). As part of that trip, I saw some atrocities (Cambodia has a horrible recent history, as demonstrated by the window of Tuol Sleng prison here). I also some great beauty.

      a scan of a color photo of monks at Angkor Wat in Cambodia smiling at a structure

      Like the gorgeous architecture of the temples of Angkor.

      Increasingly, I started to have more and more nice cameras and film things. I also got to go on more trips.

      a scan of a black and white photo of a building in taiwan with ads for tuition centers

      Taiwan was a firm favorite. It was so close, and always so fun. I miss it.

      a scan of a black and white photo of a person

      I even have a photographic record of my unfortunate couple of years where I dressed only in hippie pants and sandals. Here, a self-portrait in Melaka, Malaysia.

      I feel so lucky to have been able to experience that part of the world and to have called it home, and that I always had my camera(s) with me.