I was down in Bermuda for a week in October to shoot some video segments with my friends Alex and Priya. Bermuda feels like England if it were a tropical island. Everything is very clean and proper and the accepted dress code of polo shirts and knee high socks makes it feel as if the whole island were some kind of yacht club. When we weren’t filming, we explored the island on scooters. Though beautiful, with its pastel buildings and azure water, a part of me couldn’t escape a surreal feeling that that I was skimming the sanitized surface of a much more complicated history.
Some guy treading water with a snorkel. It went on for about 40 minutes outside our hotel window.
I wanted to put these photos together to capture the incredible juxtaposition that is Japan. The first photo was taken on the outskirts of Kyoto early in the morning on the way to catch a bus. This very serious looking man passed by quickly on his way to some job or appointment. If I had blinked, I might have missed it. The second photo was taken at a Buddhist temple we stayed at later on our way back from Kyushu. The large iron bell is rung twice a day at 6am and 6pm. I got up one morning to help ring it, and the priest invited me to stand inside as the reverberations of its last toll dissipated back to silence.
Fushimi Inari-taisha is an orange maze of Tori gates that lead you up and down through various forest shrines in Kyoto. Many of the gates are fading, and this man was engaged in the seemingly impossible task of repainting them with a small brush. It struck me that by the time he would get to the end, the gates at the start would need painting again.
This was from one of the last nights with Sandy covering the Festival of Sufi Culture for The View From Fez. Afterwards, we walked home to his riad through the dark labyrinth of thousand year old market streets to drink Moroccan wine (actually pretty good) and look over the photos. I discovered some of the dervishes from Turkey had added me on facebook.
Day 6 of the Festival of Sufi Culture: Whirling Dervishes from Turkey.
A ney is a wooden flute. Branches swayed slowly overhead. I wondered if a two-hundred year old oak appreciates music.
Samaà is a form of Sufi music with spiritual connotations. This picture is from day 2 of the Festival of Sufi Culture in Fez.