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The Watch-Towers
'Overhead, like the assault craft from which some apocalyptic air-raid would be launched, the watch-towers hung down from the sky…'
(From: The Watch-Towers, In: The Complete Short Stories, Vol. 1, by J.G. Ballard, 2001).
The Green-Shaded Room
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'A week later, James Bond regained consciousness. He was in a green-shaded room. He was under water. The slowly revolving fan in the ceiling was the screw of a ship that was about to run him down. He swam for his life. But it was no good. He was tied down, anchored to the bottom of the sea. He screamed at the top of his lungs. To the nurse at the end of the bed it was the whisper of a moan.'
(From: The Man With The Golden Gun, by Ian Fleming, 1965).
I checked into my hotel room. It was hot. It's always hot in Acapulco. I turned on the fan. I laid down on the bed and picked up my novel. I read a page. I looked up at the ceiling. I re-read the page. There could be no doubt. Now I knew my true identity. I was James Bond. But where was the nurse? I screamed at the top of my lungs. But it was no good.
- This really happened. Not Acapulco, but it might as well have been.
Monochrome Café, Bangkok
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On a recent trip I stumbled across the Monochrome Café in Bangkok, located on Thanon Decho Road, Silom, of particular interest to all photographers. It's a mini gallery in the heart of Bangkok but most visitors don't know it's there, even though it is near to some major tourist attractions, including:
the Sri Maha Mariamman Temple, the main Tamil Hindu temple in Thailand; and
the Kathmandu Photo Gallery (on the same street as the temple) as previously described (but closed on my recent visit).
The Monochrome Café has a new exhibition every month. The Café offers tea and coffee, cakes and biscuits and other refreshments and is a small oasis, wonderfully cool and quiet.
The current exhibition is called "The Hidden Life Behind Show" by Thai photographer and artist Wachira Trachoo - excellent photos! This includes some B&W photo books for sale (800 Baht each).
Open every day! Weekdays : 7.30 - 16.00 Weekends : 9.30 - 17.00
The easy way to get there: place your back against the Sri Maha Mariamman Temple; carefully cross the main street (Thanon Silom); turn right; walk to the first major intersection (400-500m); swing a left - the Café is about 100m on your left. Please enjoy!
Punk Steam
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‘I was nodding along with his story, trying to appear cool and collected, but inside, my body was boiling over with a heat that felt like molten lava. If I opened my mouth, a jet of steam might burst out.’
(From: Come With Me, by Ronald Malfi, 2021).
Personality: ZodaZoul
The Heart Will Sink With The Sun
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'Perhaps I will become a false dream clinging like a bat to the underside of the leaves of the tree at the gate of the underworld…'
(From: Lavinia, by Ursula K. Le Guin, 2008).
The jungle falls silent. Not a sound can be heard. Even the cicadas have stopped. Pitch darkness surrounds her and is impenetrable and disorienting. She is trapped in a fearsome world without light. She clings to the ghostly tree; it is her life raft in the ocean of blackness that surrounds her. The tree is her only companion, here at the gate of the underworld. She is lonely and afraid - but she does not feel alone.
Shipwrecked: Kangsom
From: Island Story
The title of the image is borrowed from a line in Isaac Asimov's 'The Stars, Like Dust' (1951).
Windswept
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On a windswept tropical island a lone figure stands on a mountain top and surveys her wild and beautiful empire. She wears a simple dress in imperial red; her long brown hair tussles in the wind as the sun descends and sinks into the sea. She has never been more alone in her life. But she never gives up. She is the Lady from Shanghai.
The Shadow: Kangsom
From our series 'Island Story' - the story of a shipwreck.
To Make A Movie
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'All you need to make a movie is a girl and a gun.' – Jean-Luc Godard
When I came home, she was waiting for me. She spoke with an interesting Hokkaido accent. She floated around for much of the afternoon. She was gone by morning. She seemed like a nice Lady. I wonder if she got the role.
Model: Anonymous
The Road To Ubukata
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I wondered what you were doing. I was watching. Watching? The moon.
(From: The Power Of The Dog, by Thomas Savage, 1967).
Traveling the road to Ubukata, the intrepid traveler may encounter Qadgop the Mercotan: oracle, living signpost, prophet and roadside companion. A gentle soul and moonlit storyteller. Do not fear - rejoice at your good fortune!
Qadgop the Mercotan: Tiger Lily
Qadgop is borrowed from the author E.E.Smith but is fully reimagined here.
Camouflage Lily
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'I remember from the moment I arrived on Planet Strange, everything was very bizarre.'
(From: The World Of Edena, by Moebius, 2016).
The Emerald City
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"There were several roads nearby, but it did not take Dorothy long to find the one paved with yellow bricks. Within a short time, she was walking briskly toward the Emerald City; her Silver Shoes tinkling merrily on the hard, yellow roadbed."
From: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, by author L. Frank Baum (1900).
Into The Deep (BG Edit)
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Into the deep she dives. Illuminated by moonlight and chlorophyll fluorescence she sinks into the dark marine realm; past the rugged underwater cliff face and the startled kraken hiding in the shadows. Her focus is on landing safely on the seafloor where she will begin her short quest, as long as she can hold her breath, of finding that most elusive of all delicatessen: the abalone sea snail. A small shark appears on her periphery. Above her, the kraken is turning purple, never a good sign. She will have to work fast.
The Fearless Diver: Kangsom
Season's Greetings! Merry Christmas!
Can you believe our team has grown to almost a dozen people? All friends. Four nationalities, 6 languages, different cultures and very different life experiences, ages and backgrounds. Maybe there is hope yet for the United Nations.
This year, in many other ways, has been horrible. Death and destruction. War - what is it good for?
And as we sit down for dinner with our families and friends, enjoying good food, we think of the less fortunate ones. May peace come to you. May you have food, warmth and a roof over your head.
The boy on the right, in the yellow shirt - he has escaped civil war in Myanmar. And now enjoys full legal status. And is re-united with his remaining family.
There is always hope, friends. Never despair. One step at a time.
Enjoy your holidays!
Black Ice
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When I was 7 or 8 years old - my two friends and I loved skating on the lake, on black ice, before the arrival of any snow, well past the witching hour and in complete darkness. We loved the thrill of it. We could hear the ice singing, and the sporadic sound of the ice fracturing, like small explosions in the dark. It gave us goose bumps. It was so cool.
Then we would find a spot, catch our breath, count to three - and turn our flash lights on.
We could see right through the ice.
Air bubbles, fish, algae and interesting thingies in the water.
We screamed loudly and in terror. It was wonderful.
Some spots were better than others.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
The Ice Thingy: Kangsom
Kids, don't go out onto the ice without your parents, OK? Be safe.
Cooking With Gas
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Natural gas can be hazardous to your health. Please use responsibly and in moderation.
The Cook: ZodaZoul The Assistant Cook: Plissskenella
Our entry for: LensCulture Black & White Photography Awards 2022
The Dream Merchants
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‘There are cultures all over the Galaxy that trade dreams.’ (From: Contact, by Carl Sagan, 1985)
Currently trading: exploding planet with Venusian girl drifting into outer space. No soundtrack. You'll have to make your own. Willing to swap for Class A hacienda, Valles Marineris, Mars. Preferably near a decent fishing hole with good year-round ice supply to keep the beer cool. Apply within. Send photos.
Psychedelic Space Girl: Kangsom
The Silence And The Sea
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I could hear nothing in the silence. Except maybe the sea (From: The Vampire Lestat, by Anne Rice, 1985).
Historical image of Admiral Szu Szu of the Samurai Imperial Navy, March 17, 1612. A tense moment onboard the HMS Yukimura while approaching the fog banks of Newfoundland. Two minutes after this picture was taken we first spotted land, and then the Dark Castle, and later the wolves waiting for us, with fangs bared, on the rugged obsidian shoreline.
- ‘It all sounds very dangerous to me,’ said Judith. ‘And the result, I should have said, of rather indiscriminate reading.’ (From: The Blackmailer, by Isabel Colegate, 1958).
The Admiral: Kangsom Hanzō-san
Chie Yoshii
Beautiful colors and pose.
