A red umbrella

A red umbrella

Just a quick post on a quick little action shot I found today while doing a bit of a scout on the Windward side.

We went to the Valley of the Temples to check out the location.  The Temple, a replica Japanese style Buddhist temple, is part of this grand, beautifully sculpted graveyard.  It sits in the back of this gorgeous valley, mountains jutting up around it, mist and clouds all around.  Every time I go there I think it would be pretty grand to take that super long nap in such a valley of splendor.

Anyway, this blurb isn’t about some beautiful eternal home but of some small girl with an umbrella.  As we left the (mosquito infested) Temple, there was this long staircase and this girl dressed in some type of Asian-style outfit jumping up and down the stairs as her family stayed above.  I assume it was some type of memorial (we are in a graveyard) and the little girl just decided to fool around while the adults stayed above.

 

The little girl didn’t seem to really notice anyone but herself and the umbrella. It wasn’t really raining but she seemed to use that red umbrella as a parachute.  She was having loads of fun.

Funny thing about the really quick snap of the photos was I didn’t feel I was in the US.  I mean Hawaii is only America on paper…

37,000 plus…and a shaka!

37,000 plus...and a shaka!

37,000 plus images

482.38 gigs to be precise.  I’ve been re editing all the work from Japan.  I’m worn.  I can’t believe I took that many pictures.

So as I edited through some of the outtakes and non assignment locations, I found a few little gems here and there.  I’ll be posting individual images in the next few posts.

After being in Japan for sometime, I got tired of eating Japanese food.  Yeah sure, I eat that all that Japanese food back in Honolulu but I can easily go to get a cheeseburger (not like a Texas burger mind you) and fries anytime I want.  I do have to declare Tanaka Saimin makes a mean cheeseburger with fries.

With that in mind, a month is a long time not to eat, well, as they say, comfort food.  I don’t need that much comfort in food as I am very quick to adapt to the local food wherever I travel to (I mean what is American food?  burgers, pizza, and chicken wings?) so I never have too much of a breakdown.  And besides, Japanese food, including the stuff they make from other countries (Japanese croissants are amazing!!!!!)  is mostly near perfect.  Yes, there are loads of interpretations (pizza with natto?!?!?!)  but we are in a global market so nothing is never or not available.  (yes…double negs)

But its still hard to be in Japan and not have a good grasp of Japanese.  Most menus in Japan are mostly written in….anyone? anyone?  Bueller?  Bueller? …. in Japanese.  If I was by myself, I was resigned to pointing at pictures on the menu to order or sadly dragging a willing waiter/waitress outside to the front of the restaurant where I could point at the little plastic food models.  Ah, my big mouth taking a back seat to my index finger… (T_T)  it is a bit intimidating for me to be on my own and try to get into the swing of functioning in Japanese.  Loads of misunderstood nods, hai’s and wakaranai‘s!  I let on I don’t really understand too much but I’ve gotten better.  Japanese is just a tough thing to learn.

So when I had the quick chance to pop into a McDonalds in Osaka for a quick bite, I knew I’d get something pretty good (if you consider McDonalds good) and the menu would be in Engrish. The meal might come with a side nori (seeweed) but it’d be a good ol’ processed quality controlled food.  Yet, as I read over the menu ( as children and old ladies stare at me from all angles)  I couldn’t help but to stick to the Japanese style food and go for this one item on the meal called the Shaka Shaka Chicken.

Hmmm…What might this be?  Chicken with pineapple?  Chicken wrrapped in spam?  Nothing of the sort.  It was a fried chicken patty served in a little paper bag in which you’d sprinkle a package of this peppery salt into the bag and then then…shaka shaka! (see instructions on bag)  HO…brudda that was way cool and really GOOD. Crispy, spicy, and so American in that unique Japanese way.

I guessed the reference to the shaka was McDonald’s clever way of saying shake shake.  They couldn’t (I assume) state shakey shakey because  Shakey’s Pizza is still alive and well in Tokyo (hmmm….) and using that term would warrant a nice little law suit.  Hence, Micky D’s borrowed the lovable, yet misunderstood,  shaka from the Aloha State’s aloha spirit.

Now if we could only get McDonalds US to adapt something as tasty and cool.

How about a badonkadonk burger?

(that killed me…)

A sort of wedding…

A sort of wedding...

I’ve done a handful of wedding in my career.  Mainly friends, actually almost all friends.  One or two were actually paid gigs by clients but its never been part of my business plan.  I don’t really care to do wedding but I’m finding I’m pretty darn good at capturing moments.
The New York Times hired me to shoot their Vows sections…which is actually their society wedding page…and shot a couple from the East Coast on Kauai on Secret Beach.  Its online here.

The Times editor emailed me today and stated “…LOTS of compliments for the photos.”  I guess I did the right thing.

The above photo is of tonight’s spectacular voggy sunset.  Everyone was out at Magic Island and I watched a Japanese wedding photographer (package deals where a wedding company books the entire lot into a set where they get dress, hair/makeup/church, flowers, and photographer for said amount) snapping photos of a Japanese couple’s dream wedding.  They seemed young and pretty happy to have such a great sunset although I am not sure if they realized what they were doing as the photographer had them posing in all sorts of cheesy wedding poses.  Flashing shakas, putting their hands together to form a heart…very cookie cutter images.  Blah…just not my thing.  Either way, the couple will go home with a nice photo book of memories that will get dusty over time.

A wide view of the 18th

A wide view of the 18th

Every year I am hired to photograph the Sony Open.  I’ve made a bit of a name for myself shooting golf as I’ve done it for a few years and I learned from some of the very best shooters.  Stan showed me how to sit on the first tee and get great, clean tee shots, Chris showed me how to position myself for anticipation, Sammy showed me how to walk up and down the course, and Grayson showed me how to hustle.  I mean hustle.  So I know my golf or at least pretend to.

Do I like shooting golf?  Eh…  Its tough shooting round after round of golf for days on end and when we had more than one tournament here, it was super hard to get motivated to follow these super sensitive” golfers for hours on end.  By the end of any tournament, the last thing I want to do is be out in the sun, see grass, or anything to do with little white dimpled golf balls.  I usually stay sick for a few days after as all the sun, pollen, pesticides, and the weight of my cameras breaks me down.

Yet, I get a shot like this and it all feels worth it all.  Its not the best but it sure makes me feel I can really see the world happening around me.  Sure, its just a sports shot, and not a great one at that, but to know I walked up and down a course for four days in the rain, sun, and humidity carrying three cameras, a heavy 400mm lens while slathered in sunblock…and get a shot like this…makes me feel like I’ve come along way from time time I first walked into a club house.  Thank you, you men of golf, who taught me how to see golf…and thank you Steve Grayson…not a golf tourney goes by here in Hawaii without your memory recalled in laughter, professionalism, and fear.

Did anyone ever hear the chimp story between him and Sammy?  HA!

If many of you don’t or didn’t know Steve Grayson, he was a great GREAT man who knew his photography.  He once said he was one of the only photographers who was able to walk through South Central LA during the OJ riots with camera and taking pictures.  I mean, look at him!  Would you mess with that man?!?

Grayson sent me this shot of him and the hotties of the golf world.  I bet those women were more happy to be seen with him that him with them.

In January 2008, Grayson passed away.  Its been three years now and we still talk about that man of men, a giant among us who crawl through the grass to get that shot.  We will always remember your bad plaid shorts.