Showing posts with label photojournalism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photojournalism. Show all posts

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Pigeon Point Lighthouse

      On a lonely stretch of California's Highway 1 between Half Moon Bay and Santa Cruz sits the Pigeon Point Lighthouse and Hostel. The rustic structure nestles into the windswept shore. Ice plant drapes down the cliffs, forming natural curtains to the coastal bluffs. As a resident, I can say that California didn't get it's reputation for nothing; it truly is a beautiful state.
"Nothing is but what is not"-Macbeth
West Coast Sunset
      Pigeon Point, still a working lighthouse, was built in 1872. In the 1960s, the Keeper's Quarters were converted into a hostel, which is currently managed by the non-profit group Hostelling International. Although amenities are few and the location is remote, the hostel provides guests with an unrivaled experience. Nearly every window has dramatic ocean-views. A deck wraps around the lighthouse grounds, extending out beyond the point and providing guests and visitors alike an unrivaled view. Beds can be obtained for as little as $26US, and the lighthouse grounds are managed by the State Park system, so you can visit for just a day.
Old Coast
     It was nice to have some time out of town. Even though I was only around 1-1/2 Hours away from my home in the suburban Greater SF Bay Area, it felt worlds away. My time was spent exploring the tide pools at the foot of the bluff, walking along the pristine beach, and sitting outside on the deck with my camera and ukulele. After sunset, I walked to the end of the point to try some long exposure shots of the lighthouse. The beams sent out from the structure seemed half-ghostly, illuminating white-capped waves for fractions of seconds. The ocean at night has to be one of the most terrifying and beautiful things humans can experience. I say experience, because it's more than something you watch. You hear it's roaring rhythms, you feel it's rumbling tones beneath your feet, and you see the tops of the waters glisten with starlight. The sea will never cease to amaze me.
     Pigeon Point Lighthouse and Hostel is a relic of old California. The uninhabited coast line, rusty light tower, and "surfer" feel of the hostel all contribute to a sense of nostalgia. The only visible man-made light aside from the lighthouse and the occasional stray ship, pours over the mountains from Silicon Valley. I'm glad places like this are still here. During my stay, I learned of another lighthouse/hostel only 20 miles up the coast, that I hope to stay in sometime soon. Even though it may be a relic of an old California, it's definitely not a dead California. Pigeon Point's beacon may be beaming for a while yet, calling to travelers from all four corners of the globe, inviting them to come in and watch the West Coast Sunset.
That Starlit Beacon

Sunday, August 26, 2012

The Wall Project

      The Earth is smaller now than it has ever been in years past. With each travel innovation and technological upgrade, the globe shrinks. Friends and family may be traveling on continents far from home, while you explore distant lands. Miles disappear as planes and trains grow ever faster, and worldwide communication becomes increasingly more advanced.
      For a recent trip to China, I wanted to explore the principle of a journey being more a thought process during travel, rather than the physical movement of time and space.
     Knowing that I have a very well-traveled group of friends, I decided to try an experiment, which was eventually dubbed "The Wall Project." The idea behind The Wall Project was simple: Collect souvenirs, trinkets and currency from as many countries as possible and photograph them on China's most famous site — the Great Wall. The project would emphasize the fluidity of global culture, and bring mementoes of travels past — my own, and those of friends and loved ones, which toyed with the concept of a journey being more psychological than physical.
        With the help of Facebook, I was able to collect 17 trinkets, from every corner of the globe. The nations represented were Mexico, Haiti, the Cayman Islands, the Bahamas, Poland, Cambodia, Peru, the Philippines, Ireland, Kenya, India, Equatorial Guinea, Brazil, South Africa, Greece, Thailand and Hong Kong.
     Loading everything up into my backpack, we boarded a crowded bus leaving downtown Beijing, headed toward the section of the Great Wall known as Mutianyu.
The bus reminded me of my project: Seated behind us was an Australian man and his Japanese girlfriend; in the row of chairs across from theirs sat two elderly Jewish businessmen, who were in front of a Canadian-American couple, and a woman traveling with her parents from Singapore. A triad of French women took up the rear. Each traveler was there for a different reason, each with a different story.
     Somehow, from the 7 billion human beings spread across the six continents, 20 people from the far reaches of the planet had all ended up together on the same crazy bus headed toward the Great Wall of China. "My bus is something large in my mind. It is a cosmic bus holding sparks and back firing into the Milky Way and turning the corner of Betelgeuse without a hand signal." — John Steinbeck
     The pollution-induced haze was heavy as we caught our first glimpse of the Wall — a black silhouette against a sky, which had become a sheet of dull, throbbing light. The first step onto the Great Wall is ethereal — the feeling that your foot is touching something ancient, something solid enough to withstand a millenia of batterings from Mammon and Nature alike.
     After hiking along to the first watchtower, I decided to set up my trinkets for the first few shots. Grabbing a wrought-iron butterfly I picked up while in Haiti, I savored the irony of it. As I set up a carved-stone hippo on the battlement of the wall, I thought of the friend who had bought it in Kenya, and how it would have been a little over a year before that she was in an African market, purchasing that stone hippo. I tried to find the best way to make a South African armband appear in the photograph. Each trinket carried with it a unique story. Each trinket carried with it ghosts of past adventures. And each trinket carried with it the hope of a future journey.

Read more here: http://www.modbee.com/2012/07/17/2285766/the-wall-project-photos-at-the.html#storylink=misearch#storylink=cpy