People

Street Life

Chiang Mai, Pai, People, Photography, Portraits, South East Asia, Street Photography, Street Scenes, Thailand, Travel, Travel Photography

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?

Nepal on a Tightrope

Annapurna, Himalaya, Ian Brown, Landscape Photography, Landscapes, mountains, Nepal, People, Photography, Portraits, Second Coming, Stone Roses, Street Photography, Travel, Travel Photography, Trekking, Uncategorized
You should have been an angel, it would of suited you…
My gold-leafed, triptych angel, she knows just what to do…
Will the sun shine all sweetness and light?
Burn us to a cinder, our third stone satellite?
She’s all that ever mattered, and all that ever will
My cup, it runneth over, I’ll never get my fill…
The boats in the harbour slip from their chains…
Head for new horizons, let’s do the same
I’m on a tightrope, baby, nine miles high…
Striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky…
I’m on a tightrope, baby, one thing I’ve found, I don’t know how to stop, and it’s a long, long, way down

 The red bricks of Bhaktapur took a pounding the day the earthquake struck. 

Langtang shook like a baby’s rattle the day the earthquake struck.

Not all of the buildings you see still stand. Yet one thing does: the memory of Nepal as it was, as it will be again.

All images supplied by Ⓒtrespasserine2014

 

Lyrics supplied by the Stone Roses, Tightrope, Second Coming, 1994

Ban Rak Thai

Burma, Chiang Mai, Landscape Photography, Landscapes, People, Photography, South East Asia, Thailand, Travel, Travel Photography

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.