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roasted corn ... what's left of it ...
in my Summerscape 2018 Series; Pic # 44 ...
Taken on Sept 8, 2018
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Quite a common scene on the beaches of Chennai.
Roasted corn is prepared using a charcoal flame that is blown using a hand cranked rotary blower. The ash from the glowing coal light up and are carried away by the sea breeze to make interesting patterns during the night.
This is my second (No.2) submission to The Human Family group. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at www.flickr.com/groups/thehumanfamily.
I did make individual portraits of these two girlfriends and their third friend, Tex, who was sitting to the right (but not in this photo) and sharing the bench. You can find them in my 100 Strangers album st as Nos. 65-67 (www.flickr.com/photos/55973292@N03/albums/72157651447401062).
I had approached them initially, because while they were testing out and finding their corn to be too hot to eat, their expressions were too good to pass up. They exhibited a camaraderie that touched me.
Believe it or not, while this is a candid image, it was taken with explicit and implicit permission after I met and photographed them already. This was Shirley's favorite photo from the ones I made and shared. She liked seeing her friend anticipating a bite of the warm corn. She wanted to upload it to her phone's slideshow immediately. It is quite beautiful to me that Shirley derived pleasure seeing a picture of her friend enjoying this experience. The older I get, the more I see small things unfolding before me and consider them big. Like Shirley, I really, really like this portrait.
Carolyn on the left is originally from Arkansas; Shirley on the right is a gal from the Black Hills of South Dakota. They are both in their 80s. They share a warm friendship, a love of roasted corn, the opportunity of people watching, and exploring life in New Mexico.
I've had quite a streak lately, picking out strangers to meet and learning they are in their 80s. Sometimes I'm surprised, and sometimes I'm not, but always I'm amazed. I hope to reach their age bracket fit as a fiddle, active and completely present of mind so I can seek pleasure around a city without assistance.
Anyone tuned in enough to find their way to a hip community pop up market is probably going to be amenable to being a participant in The Human Family project, so next time you go to one of those, don't be afraid to do some asks and enjoy some beautiful encounters.
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Please take your time... and enjoy it large on black
Our next port of call was Paksong, a stepping stone to bring us to Tad Fane, an out-of-the-way village where we were to get a taste of local Laos life. We started in Sekong by local bus. Local busses in Laos are a truly unique experience. As a westerner you'll never get the opportunity to pay the local price but the benefit is that you're almost always guaranteed an actual seat. Busses in Laos are packed quite literally to the rafters. People sit 3 to a seat, or if there is no room stand in the aisles or sit on crates of Beer Lao which every local bus seems to have a sideline delivering. Strapped to the roof we have seen ; bags of rice, motorbikes, chickens with their feet cruelly bound and yet more Beer Lao. You can forget about aircon, some busses may have a rusty fan attached to the ceiling, but more often than not all the windows are wedged open, which doubles up as a solution to motion sickness. Basically Laos is not the best place in the world to be if you are impatient or in a hurry. We have had a 70 km journey which took us more than 3 hours. Your best bet is to sit back should you have a backrest and enjoy the fabulous scenery and rural life.
Photo taken out of the bus window. Many people selling food when a bus happens to stop. A food pitch stop on the small market of Thateng located on the Bolaven plateau - Laos. Women trying to sell food and beverages near their food stall. They do not sell the usual Mars, Snickers, Bounty, M&M, Lays chips or even Coca Cola. They sell their own eggs, rice, fried chicken, roasted maize, dried meat, fried bananas, fresh fruit, bread, etc. and local beverages. There were things I could have passed seeing on display, such as dried rats, squirrels, snakes, guinea pigs, bats still twitching and other nameless "treats". Abstraction made of these dishes that no kind Lao would offer a foreigner. Welcome to remote Southern Laos!
On Route 16 on the road to Paksong we stopped at a small market town Thateng. It's a busy day market frequented visited by many tribal groups. I do like the food here in Laos, Laap, a national dish consisting of finely ground meat with finely ground herbs and vegetables, is a vile affair, but I love the sticky rice. The Lao store it in woven boxes they sling over their shoulder, and when it's time for a snack they plunge a hand in and knead out a mouthful-sized ball. The rice is so sticky to itself it leaves the box clean. I also love the way food is wrapped into banana leaves, that can be disposed of anywhere in this jungle-claimed country. Best of all though was a dainty of black rice I bought on the street: it comes stuffed in a bamboo tube that has been stripped of its hard outside. When hungry, you strip the bamboo away from the rice, leaving just one strip for your fingers to hold, and then you can munch on the rice – and drop the bamboo once you're done.
VOIGTLANDER NOKTON CLASSIC . 40mm f1.4
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Sunday 01 November, Dia de Muertos and we decided to take a local bus south to the town of Amatenango del Valle. The town is known as a centre of ceramic art. I wanted to buy a ceramic jaguar to compliment one we picked up in Oaxaca a couple of years ago.
So, we find the bus, squish in to the point of total overload and 30 minutes later the driver dumped us on the side of highway 190 in Amatenango.
The highway at the towns entrance is lined with ceramic "artist" shops. Being Dia de Muertos, most of them were closed. People have to eat even on holidays so there were road side stands selling food. Roasted corn on a stick was a popular offering.
VOIGTLANDER NOKTON CLASSIC . 40mm f1.4
This image is protected by copyright, no use of this image shall be granted without the written permission from Jeffri Jaffar..
VOIGTLANDER NOKTON CLASSIC . 40mm f1.4
This image is protected by copyright, no use of this image shall be granted without the written permission from Jeffri Jaffar..
A woman sitting on the streets roasting corns. Freshly roasted corns are one of very popular street foods found in Nepal.
Roasted corn on the cob is a state fair and carnival staple food. The roasted corn is one of my favorite carnival foods and I need to get an ear of corn every time I'm at the fair.
When I was a kid, I remember that whenever we had corn on the cob at home, the ends were neatly cut and we used cute little corn-shaped skewers to hold the ears so our hands didn’t get all buttery and salty. I haven't seen those things in such a long time. Whatever happened to those little plastic corn holders? Everyone seems to know about them but I don't know anyone who has them anymore.
FIND THE S?
Love this organic Quinoa health salad.loaded with protein. yummy. when you cook the quinoa it gets little curly tails on it which can make alphabet letters.