At dusk the main street of Pai, North Thailand, comes to life in a menagerie of buskers and vendors, tourists and hawkers. Sizzling aromas share the air with the sound of laughter and banter in two dozen languages. The colours are so vivid, what else can the photographer do but shoot black&white?
The red bricks of Bhaktapur took a pounding the day the earthquake struck.
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All images supplied by Ⓒtrespasserine2014
Lyrics supplied by the Stone Roses, Tightrope, Second Coming, 1994
There’s a village about as far northwest as you can go in Thailand before you hit the fortified frontier with Myanmar. Its name is Ban Rak Thai, which translates as “Thai-Loving People”. There’s a story in how it came to be. That village with its signs written in Mandarin and its slopes lined with oolong tea shrubs was founded by Kuomintang soldiers, themselves escaping Mao’s Communists across the hills from Yunnan Province in 1949. While the mainstay of Chinese nationalists fighting under warlord Chiang Kai Shek fled to Taiwan, this faction of history’s losers found sanctuary in Thailand where they brought a little taste of home with them.
A dozen tribal groups from the rugged and remote hill country on the Thai-Burmese border, including the famous long-necked Karen and the Shan ethnic Burmese, congregate in a small town called Maehong Son in the far northwest of Thailand to celebrate education, and to light votive candles in a ceremony of peace and togetherness during the Small World Festival, held on Christmas night 2016..
Camera: Nikon d610
Lenses: Sigma 20mm F.14, Nikkor 50mm F1.8, & Nikkor 24-85mm F3.5
Three mountainous hours northwest of Chiang Mai, around 762 hairpin bends that Thai the rider’s stomach in whorls of knots, lies the little town of Pai, where old hippies go to die and young hippies come to live amid the colours and the food stalls.