Tsunami Fundraiser

Tsunami Fundraiser

Japan is in bad shape.  Tens of thousands are homeless while more than 20,000 are now presumed dead or missing.  The Japanese economy is struggling.  Entire villages are gone.  Its a tragedy beyond what words can describe.  The effects will surely surely filter down to the West.

Hawaii, with its large Japanese and Japanese American population, is strongly sympathetic with the tsunami and nuclear tragedy and has done much to raise funds for those in need.  Masaharu Morimoto of Iron Chef fame held a fundraiser last night at his restaurant, Morimoto Waikiki.  A sellout crowd of 350 people attended and the event raised more than $100,000.  Sushi, sake, and songs.  A great event all around.

I participated in the live auction by donating two images from my 2010 geisha series.  While working in Japan, I was granted rare permission to go “behind the scenes” with an apprentice geisha, or maiko, to document her transformation from normal Japanese teenage into a traditional Japanese entertainer.  Access to geishas and maikos is very restricted to Japanese and foreigners find it even harder to meet or even see a true geisha/maiko in Japan.  The access allowed me to photograph her applying her makeup, fixing her elaborate hairstyle, and donning a traditional kimono.

Little did I know that this access would help me raise more than $2000 at the auction for the two images auctioned off.

Kristin Jackson, of Jackson Ink, the PR firm which works with Morimotos, holds the the framed image which raised big money last night.

All the proceeds from the event were given to the American Red Cross Japan earthquake and Pacific tsunami relief fund.  I feel very proud to have given so little yet made a difference last night.  Many of us just sit around and facebook or twitter about how sad they feel but few do anything.  We did something.  We helped.

We made a difference.

 

 

 

gurgle gurgle splash splash (pre nuke meltdown)

gurgle gurgle splash splash (pre nuke meltdown)

About a week has past since I started this initial post about our tsunami in Hawaii.  The earthquake and tsunami in Japan has now been surpassed by a nuclear meltdown at the Fukushima plant.  We luckily have gotten a ticket for my father in law to get out of dodge this weekend.  Whether he will escape is a matter of the airlines, the governments, and Godzilla.

Below is my first take on our HNL tsunami:

North East Japan is destroyed.  Video and still coverage of the earthquake and tsunami damage is astounding.  Rather its unbelievable.  When we first saw the initial reports on NHK, we couldn’t believe it.  It seemed as if Godzilla was just down the road smashing all in his wake.  Some images even reminded me of Doolittle’s bombing raid on the once wood and papered Tokyo.  It was, as I said, unbelievable.

Its hard to imagine this natural disaster destroying so much so quickly, yet, Banda Aceh was devastated within 20 minutes of their major earthquake.

Really…its unbelievable.

I’m tempted to get to Japan to take part in covering this disaster but I’ve got nothing to offer.  I’m not a rescue worker.  I could be.  But I’m not.  I can’t do it.  I couldn’t do it in Indonesia and I know I can’t do it now.

The Japanese tsunami hit Hawaii with a wallop.  A small one in scale, but a wallop.  Houses on the Big Island were wiped out, the Four Seasons and the King Kam Hotel, along with many shops and the likes, were hit very hard  Loads of property damage.  Several boat harbors on Oahu were severely damaged and there was damage as well on Maui.  Things turned out well but not that well.  Yet…it wasn’t really a big deal…not like the destruction in Japan.

The waves were scheduled to hit around 3am and Hawaii anxiously awaited their arrival.  3am passes and no major waves.  I (again) stationed myself at the Illikai Hotel and watch the harbor to see if anything takes place.  About 3:30 I run down to the harbor and see loads of boats sitting in the sand.  Water drained out of the harbor and many of the boats were sitting dry out of the water.  That spooked me a bit but I ventured out to the beach catching loads of people sitting around, drinking beer, and getting out into the beach where the water had run out.

I shot these fools and wondered how foolish I am for being with them.  “Who’s more foolish: the fool, or the fool who follows him?  At one point, the water has drained way off the shore, exposing reef, rocks, and whatnot and it quickly floods back in splashing up against a seawall where the guys above were standing.
Once that took place, I knew it was time to boogie outta there.  So after a few more hours of darkness, the sunrise made us aware of the damage that took place in Hawaii.  But its nothing like the devastation of Japan:  thousands of people were killed, entire villages and towns destroyed, and the Japan economic muscle comes to a halt.  What happened in Hawaii pales to the destruction in Japan.

To write any more about Hawaii is really saying too much. We had a few docks destroyed and there was millions of dollars of damage.  Homes were washed out but no lives were lost.   We survived again.

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.

The view from above.

The view from above.

Living atop a high rise is fun.  Daily I can look down at all the little people (literally…I live on the 32nd floor) and see all kinds of activity from a different point of view.

A few days ago, I glanced down at the third floor courtyard and garden and noticed a girl in the common area preparing to do something.  All of a sudden she started doing back flips and twists.  I quickly realized she was a cheerleader (or gymnast but I’m certain she was a student from HPU) and grabbed my newest toy, my Canon 1D Mark II (it beats the hell out of that tinny 5D!) and a 400mm lens.  At 10 frames a second, I rattled off a succession of images of the cheerleader jumping backwards.