We were in Penang, Malaysia, during the Ghost Festival. The Ghost Festival is a Chinese holiday during which, it is believed, the gates of Heaven and Hell open and the dead return to earth in search of food and entertainment. Clans erect tents and set out enormous banquets for the dead, families offer food to their deceased ancestors, and they also burn piles of “hell bank notes,” money which has value in the afterlife.
A few more shots:
In addition to family offerings, community groups stage performances in the street for the week. Some of the shows are flashy and well-attended, and some of them aren’t. The visible audience size doesn’t matter, however, since the performances aren’t held for the enjoyment of the living.
Australia has its share of unique animals. Kangaroos, obviously, but also the quokka (shown in the lower left photo), a raccoon-sized marsupial that is found only a few islands off the Western coast: primarily Rottnest Island, which is a recreational destination, and some smaller nearby islands. We found the kangaroos at the Caversham Wildlife Park, on the mainland, where they are completely domesticated to the point of eating kangaroo snacks out of tourists’ hand. Domesticated kangaroos are lazy, unlike the quokkas, who are constantly hustling for food. The quokka in the lower right corner didn’t get that sandwich by being cute; he literally tore a piece out of the kid’s hands.
If you drive about three hours north of Perth, you’ll come to the Pinnacles, a desert area dotted with thousands of limestone formations. (Weirdly, the Indian Ocean is just a half-hour drive away, and you can see it from the high point of the park.)
(Different filters on each of the lenses produce different colors.)
We visited Western Australia for Thanksgiving. Apart from enjoying wine in the Margaret River Valley, there isn’t a lot to do south of Perth.
This is Busselton Jetty, the longest wooden jetty (at 1841 meters) in the Southern Hemisphere. It has an underwater observatory.
I started experimenting with film again, which is more fun to shoot than pixels (and I’m happier with not having several hundred of just slightly different views of whatever it is I’m standing in front of at the time), but the colors aren’t nearly as intense, nor are the photos as sharp, as the photo to the right demonstrates.
About 25 km outside of Vientiane is the Buddha Park. The Buddha Park was started—for devotional reasons, probably—in 1958 by a shaman, Bunleua Sulilat, who fused Hinduism and Buddhism into his own syncretic cult. The statues, which look like they were collected from ancient temples across Laos, are actually modern creations of reinforced concrete.
The site made me think of a 1970s lawn ornament store, complete with a sales pitch:
Come on down to Buddy’s Buddha Barn!
We got Buddhas that are small—Buddhas that are tall—
Buddhas lying down—Buddhas on the ground!
A three-headed Buddha? A six-armed Buddha? You know we got it!
And for you Hindus—this weekend, we’re running a special on Durgas!
So don’t get stupa’d—Come on down to Buddy’s Buddha Barn!*
*(Right next to Gary’s Ganesha Garden on Highway 1.)
Odds are I’m going to some kind of Buddhist hell for this.