It’s the hunting season in France and it makes me sick. Indigenous people used to hunt for survival. It was hard and dangerous. Not fun. Today people kill for the fun of it. To experience some sort of exaltation over the murder of a defenseless creature.
By definition, such behavior is a mental illness. Every would be hunter should register with a Psychiatrist for a compulsory course of Haloperidol treatment. Because killing for fun is literally sick.
I don’t even understand how it can be fun. The process is so mechanical, it’s not much different from a slaughterhouse. The scared animals are chased by the dogs in the direction of the shooters who kill them as they get closer. It’s execution.
The public never cease to amaze me either.
When a moronic dentist kills Cecil the Lion all America is outraged. The poor idiot has to go underground as he is receiving death threats.
But ask yourself: what’s the difference? Why killing a lion is a crime, but killing other animals, like deer, boars, stags, rabbits, foxes, etc. etc. is just a fine entertainment ?
OK, you stand with a gun where the bike is, and the dogs chase your animals from the little grove the background – right in front of you. So that you could amuse yourself by killing them. Seriously, you need Haloperidol.
The last good weather was in California. Paris is rainy and Poitiers is cold. I can’t believe it’s the second year in a row that I am freezing in France.
You will see glimpses of modern brands and lots of new cars from Japan but the overall feel of the city is like you just landed into Orwell’s Burmese Chronicles. (Orwell spent a few years in Yangon as a police chief.)
Buddhist monks are the most common persons on the street. These are girls (pink robes.)
The male garb is maroon.
Here’s a group of well-off Burmese in the new shopping area. Regardless of age and class, most men wear Longyi.
The average Burmese live in slums with all their belongings in the open view. There are lots of raw areas in Yangon. It’s like being transported 200 years back, to the time of Anglo-Burmese wars.
I photographed the Yangon grit with a film Leica in black and white. (This is another project.)
Burma (Myanmar) is the easiest country to photograph. People are overwhelmingly friendly. They don’t ask money for it (like they do in some other poor countries.)
And they won’t make a face and demand to delete the picture like the French and Moroccans practice.
Woodcarving is huge in Yangon. The reason is that all these elaborate decorations that you see on the local monasteries (and there is a monastery on every street) are made of wood and painted. As they decay fairly quickly replacements are ordered.
Jade jewelry and Burmese fabrics are also popular.
It seems like kids take care of other kids. All life goes in the open street. Unlike Latin America, the Burmese poverty does not lead to crime and violence. Go figure.
With respect, you can approach anybody with your camera. People show dignity and friendliness.
The Shwedagon pagoda behind the trees and the monasteries around it. The pagoda is gilded, but most of the monastery decorations are carved wood, painted (usually) or plated with gold.
This young man is finalizing a large snake that needs to be painted.
Arriving at the Yangon airport, a visa is required
The Yangon Zoo
The most amazing boardwalk in the world. It covers an entire lake!
The local fashions are modest. No skin.
These Westerners look at Burma with skepticism. Like, these 'barbarians' paint their faces?
The face paint is made from the Thanaka tree. Every woman has a different pattern. Here
s a link to more on this tradition: https://www.exoticvoyages.com/travel-blog/why-do-burmese-women-have-white-faces/
The Nazi design is common. Perhaps because it looks like the Buddhist swastika?
The Shwegodan Pagoda / Kandowgyi Lake, 10 December 2016
There used to be two Roman temples on the site, the foundations are are still visible. Small lizards dash in the piles of ancient limestone.
The well has no water, you need your own supply. Nights can be cold.
Dog-sitting / taking pin-hole photographs
This wild cat was so hungry that he just walked inside the tent. I gave him some ham and bread and he swallowed it in a second. Then he spent the night under the car.
Some forest roads near Liglet.
La Benaize at St. Hilaire sur Benaize
La Benaize at La Trimouille