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It’s a bit like a country within a country here in Snaefellsnes. I could easily spend an entire trip mooching around, trying old stuff and new. Besides the blinking obvious, Kirkjufell and the Black Church of Budir there are waterfalls, beaches with sand in various shades of black, red or even traditional white (take your pick), epic roads across silent fjords, views to the north and the Westfjords, lone buildings, dunes, craters, lakes, twisted lava fields and plenty more. Oh yes, and if you’re lucky and arrive on a clear day, there’s a monstrous brute of a glacier, flanked with a white and blue ice cap that dominates the landscape from almost everywhere you go, reaching up to touch the very heavens. Tog or normal well balanced member of the public, there sure is a lot of stuff to keep you occupied on Snaefellsnes.
In the hostel, we’d got talking to Trevor, a veteran of several visits to the area who complained he’d never seen Snaefellsjokull. Some may ask, “how can you not see an enormous white lump, almost 1450 metres high that’s visible from Reykjavik on a clear day?” And the answer is in the last two words. “Clear day.” I’m sure the locals get to see the beast at regular intervals, but on our previous visit in 2019, the entire peninsula was painted in a drab grey sheet of gloom. Nothing doing. But this time around, on the second day of touring Snaefellsnes in a car with a back seat full of primed and loaded camera gear, we got lucky. Unfortunately for Trevor he’d gone north that very morning in search of the Aurora Borealis in the Westfjords. Mind you he found it, so I think he was happy in the end.
By now, we’d already stopped at two locations and made merry with the conditions. We didn’t get more than a couple of miles further through the day before coming to another unscheduled halt on top of a small mound of scrubby car park when the possibilities in front of us became apparent. No epic light in the middle of the day of course – that would come later – but while some images might work in mono, others seemed to offer themselves up in full glorious technicolour. And then we got to the lone church of Ingjaldsholl, close to Hellissandur at the edge of the map. And look who wasn’t bothering to hide behind the clouds? Yep, all fourteen hundred and forty-six metres of the beast, with a couple of interesting lumps and ridges in between for good measure. Who doesn’t love a glacier cloaked monster after all?
We were probably only here for twenty minutes, moving a couple of hundred yards from east to west over a patch of bare open ground as we tried to line up the elements, waiting for the sun to dapple the scene before us, whilst taking the utmost care not to tread on the moss. They really don’t like you walking on the moss in Iceland you know. It’s right up there with armed robbery and carjacking in the grand scheme of things. Not that we tested that out of course. You can’t take landscape photos when you’re locked in a cell, and when the trip is costing you something north of a hundred pounds a day even though you’re on the most stringent of budgets, you don’t want to be wasting any time being detained at the pleasure of the Icelandic Government.
Once again I found myself wondering at just how isolated so many of these simple and striking Lutheran churches are. Take this one for example, a mile out of both Hellissandur and neighbouring Rif. It’s not even placed directly in between them. I hope that in the days before cars, the locals had sturdy boots for those winter treks to morning prayers. And while Hellnar’s church may be surrounded by a handful of homes amid the tourist accommodation, Budir goes hand in hand with the only slightly less well known hotel of the same name. Not a house or farm in sight. Yet the village of Arnarstapi, a veritable metropolis in comparison to the rest of the settlements on the south west coast on Snaefellsnes, doesn’t have a church at all. Although it does have a fish and chip van, which depending on your belief system may or may not be far more important. At the end of the trip we visited Strandarkirkja, totally isolated by a thin thread of asphalt from the cluster of shacks that didn’t seem to be occupied by anyone at all. Still, they make for good subjects don’t they? And besides being dwarfed by the mighty Snaefellsjokull, this is the only one of them that was supposedly visited by Christopher Columbus. So the story goes (although historians aren’t of one accord on the subject), he spent a winter here fifteen years before his more famous adventure to check out the local intel on crossing the Atlantic. Leif Eriksson had made the voyage several hundred years earlier, and the Icelanders are well known for handing down stories from one generation to the next.
In writing this, I’ve just remembered that one of Iceland’s five prisons is right next to Kirkjufell. Not because I study such things in detail before choosing my holiday destinations of course. But if you take the single track road to the immediate west of the mountain to try and take pictures from another angle, you can’t help but be aware of the signs telling you which route not to follow unless you have plenty of time to spare and a very plausible explanation. I could have pointed the camera out of the window of my cell if we’d been sent there. Although I suppose they’d have confiscated it.
I wonder if Columbus took his resident landscape artist with him and got a sunset canvas of Kirkjufell in front of the waterfalls?
~Snortypeople ;-)
More naturey crap tempered with a dose of macro extension tube weirdness. Apart from a little levels tweak to bring out the shadows this is SooC.
I went for a nice innocent droplet macro and what do I get: alien invasion!!
Hmmph I'll think i'll leave the macro work to the experts from now on.
People are saying this is a "racial" song, by far it's not it's a truth song....Come down my road and you will see.
Lyrics
Sucker punch somebody on a sidewalk
Carjack an old lady at a red light
Pull a gun on the owner of a liquor store
Ya think it's cool, well, act a fool if ya like
Cuss out a cop, spit in his face
Stomp on the flag and light it up
Yeah, ya think you're tough
Well, try that in a small town
See how far ya make it down the road
Around here, we take care of our own
You cross that line, it won't take long
For you to find out, I recommend you don't
Try that in a small town
Got a gun that my granddad gave me
They say one day they're gonna round up
Well, that shit might fly in the city, good luck
Try that in a small town
See how far ya make it down the road
Around here, we take care of our own
You cross that line, it won't take long
For you to find out, I recommend you don't
Try that in a small town
Full of good ol' boys, raised up right
If you're looking for a fight
Try that in a small town
Try that in a small town
Try that in a small town
See how far ya make it down the road
Around here, we take care of our own
You cross that line, it won't take long
For you to find out, I recommend you don't
Try that in a small town
Try that in a small town
Ooh-ooh
Try that in a small town
A curious young fox kit jumps onto a hood of a car.
(The gregarious, curious, and bold male fox kit, Big Ears, male offspring of Big Red and White-Paw)
Claeb stopped at the wrong hospital again.
February's Alphabet Fun: 2014 Edition
Strobist: SB400 with small softbox camera right. Triggered by Nikon SC-17.
We drove all night from New Mexico through Arizona and got up bright and early to enjoy some fun in the sun in lovely Palm Springs! We rode over some rather bumpy terrain on the beach robbed a house, and had a fantastic meal at a cute little bistro! In the evening we caught a little shut-eye then got up bright and early this morning to head to LA! City of angels here we come!! Then it will just be a hop, skip and a few carjackings to San Carlos! SC or bust!!
Condemned flats waiting for demolition on The Fold.
The Fold is an area and shopping precinct in Birmingham where it is reported that drug and carjacking gangs rule the streets.
"I was shot multiple times without provocation by two armed men who attempted to carjack my vehicle. Although I was a crime victim, I didn’t feel like I could cooperate with the police investigation."
2PLJ
An attempted carjacking, some dealers trying to sell drugs to kids, a normal night in Bludhaven, but still a boring one, normally I don’t feel like this. Barbra went to visit Jim back in Gotham, no matter where I go, or try to get this stuff off my mind, I keep feeling lonely, as if there’s been something, something I’ve forgotten, with the times changing, the league forming, everything’s going so fast now. After swinging around Bludhaven for a while, I decide to take a rest on a rooftop. Wow when did anything ever not go fast, it’s been my whole life, quickly swinging on the trapeze, chasing after criminal scum, running real hard from problems, some of which, I’ve always known really weren’t there, hell I’ve even tried to right some wrongs, before it slipped out of my hands. Did I ever even have a normal summer, like a regular kid, well I guess that’s what happens when you’re a vigilante? I grapple away, trying to get rid of the bad feelings I’m harboring in me, as the wind picks up so does my spirit, as I remember, Wally, Donna, Roy, Garth, all my good buddies, from the old days, we had a club, wasn’t it called the Teen Titans. I remember now, sure we fought crime like our mentors, but still we had fun, we talked, hung out, in our little club, who came up with the name anyways, Donna? Wow it’s all really clear now, she came up with the name, or was it Roy who came up with it, no he added the Teen part, she just thought of Titans. If I remember correctly there was a little bit of an age difference between everyone, but nonetheless we were all friends. Man how could I have forgotten about that, I got to get the old club together. I set my course for home and in no time I’m back in my apartment. I pick up my phone and make a couple calls. Within no time I’ve arranged a meeting in the local diner by where we used to hang out.
I took a drive to the place we decide to meet up, a dockside diner, I arrived first, still worried that no one was going to show up. I haven’t heard back from Roy but hopefully if he does show up it isn’t awkward with Donna and Roy, I swear they had a thing for each other at one point, though I can’t clearly remember.
“Sir, are you still waiting on people, or do you want to order now?” the waitress asks, with five menus ready.
“No, I think I’ll wait a bit more for them, oh and we might not need the fifth menu” I sit back and relax know that there’s finally going to be that missing piece in my life, restored. I see someone wave to me from the door, and I realize who it was, it’s Donna, wow I haven’t seen her in years, didn’t realize how intimidating this would be. In about a minute she makes her way over to the table.
“Hey Dick, how many years has it been?”
“I’m not entirely sure myself, but it’s good to see you again” wow, she’s changed a bit, gotten taller, as you’d expect, I remember how me and her used to be best friends.
“So Dick, what have you been doing in recent times?” she asks politely, just like I remember.
“Ah nothing much, you ever meet Barbra Gordon before?”
“Yeah once, wait are you two?”
“I guess you could say so” at that moment Wally walks through the doors, and points to our table, the waiter walks him over anyways.
“Hey, guys, how’s it going, how’s everything been?” Wally asks energetically, seemingly pretty excited that he’s back with old buddies, was it just me that forgot this whole time, or did everyone else forget too? Wally convinces us to order our food now and let everyone else order later, he’s never been good with patience before.
“So, is Roy going to be here?” Wally asks, excited to see everyone again. Suddenly I get a text message from Roy, and I read it in my head before saying it out loud.
“He said he couldn’t make it, Green Arrow was having a big crisis or something and needed his help” though I have a feeling that he also was worried about being around Donna, I’ve had that feeling before. I remember it from back when I lived in Gotham, there was a girl in my school, I think her name was Betty, wow all these old memories are coming back now.
“So, how’s life been for you guys?” Donna asks cheerfully.
“Well I’ve been pretty good, how about you guys?” someone says from the side of our booth, it’s Garth.
“Hey, Fish boy how’s the sea been for you?” I ask, feeling relaxed now that all the “Teen Titans” are in one place again, he chuckles, Fish Boy was the name we used to call him, jokingly of course.
“So, the old group, all back together again, except for Roy” everyone looks at each other, a real feeling of happiness swarms over everyone, yet a bit of sadness is mixed in, with the disappointment of Roy not showing up.
“Yeah, it’s been so long, and everything has really begun to change recently.”
“Tell me about it, with the league, and other things, I swear my life moves on a faster pace now, well faster than it already was” Wally says, trying to add humor into the mix.
“The League’s creation has attracted more criminals, ambitious ones too, now can we order the food?” Garth interjects, as his stomach growls.
“Is that so different from before, I mean it’s always been that way?” Donna adds in, seemingly distracted about something, wonder If mentioning Roy is getting her nervous, even though he isn’t around.
We put our conversation on hold and let the others order some food, then we get right back to the main topic.
“Guys, I figured that if we all came back together, we could fill a void, that I’m sensing we all have in our lives, with all the crime fighting, we’ve all been missing one valuable thing” I say, proudly finally stating my motivation for getting everyone together.
“And what’s that” everyone asks, though they already know, just aren’t brave enough to say it.
“We need to get back together; we can make our little teenage club something more something to help people” I say, kind of hopeful that I’ll be the leader.
“So you want to become the Teen Titans again?” Donna asks, intrigued by this idea.
“You know, that doesn’t sound bad, but one thing we need to do, is get rid of the Teen Part” Garth adds in.
“Yeah that sounds pretty good, but are we going to have a headquarters?” Donna asks, still trying to keep her mind of Roy.
“Yeah, I’ll see what kind of a headquarters we can get, after all I have access to sunken treasure” Garth says, feeling as if being a “fish boy” is paying off”
“Well, we probably have to get recognized as an official group by the Justice League, hopefully we get it right on our first try and don’t end up doing it three times” I interjected, hopefully not bringing the mood down.
“Well, whatever happens now, we’re the Titans now” Wally states, proudly and happily.
“And we’ll always be the Titans, forever” Garth adds, as we all look at each other once more it’s like we became one entity.
“Titans Forever” we say, but sadness creeps over me, as I remember something, I won’t be able to stay with the Titans, I have a duty to Bludhaven, and I have to protect it.
“Guys, I think it’s best if I don’t join up with you guys, I have to protect Bludhaven at all costs, I can’t just ditch it, but can I trust you guys to bring our little dream to fruition” I feel depressed knowing that I can’t stay with the Titans that much longer, but I might try and stay in contact. Their faces sadden as they realize how there’s only three left.
“I guess we will try and become something else, even if it’s without you and Roy, we can make it.”
“Alright good to hear, Titans.”
(Figured that if i couldn't use Roy or Dick in the actual series I shouldn't just give up there, I used Dick in the app anyways, though he won't be appearing again since I don't have the rights to him, anyways thanks for reading)
Papa Fernández Camp, Baja California, Mexico.
Located on the Sea of Cortez.
Info alert: mexicodailypost.com/2021/08/16/violent-carjacking-of-3-di...
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” says the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers!
The papua tourism office has a hard work convincing more people like me to come to PNG!
Once a year takes place in Mount Hagen the biggest tribal meeting, called a singsing.
The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all here. Hundreds of papus are preparing themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat!
Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It will take hours…
Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they tell me!
Bones, shells, pigs tusks, or twigs are put in the noses. I meet a Highlands warrior who has gave up the traditional shell that he used to put in his nose, and now uses an electrical meter!
Papu like to put a modern touch in their jewels or decorations, as we like to put some tribal stuff in our so called designed houses!
Now it’s time for parade. All the tribes are marching. It’s a mix of sounds and sights, not a love parade, rather a war parade!
The Mount Hagen festival was launched by the Australian colonial governor in 1964, to promote peace in the country.So…The warriors simulate fights! But the stone axes, the arrows, the shields, the spears, the bludgeons are real! There won’t be any violence during the festival, but everyday, tribal fights still take place, with guns instead of axes, and people die…
You can hear war songs, drums, and the tribes start to march in circle, in column, or in line .
The tribes keep on dancing until sundown, and have to listen to an endless speech from a local political while the few tourists go back to their hotels, stoned by the loudspeakers noise!
© Eric Lafforgue
Every year at Mount Hagen, in the Highlands of Papua New Guinea, the biggest reunion of tribes in the world takes place. In a region where the first white man was seen in 1930, traditions are still strong, and the pride of the tribes takes precedence over modernity. Created in 1964 by Australian colonials to pacify the tribes, there's still a possibility of a confrontation, but these days take place in the shape of singing, colours and incredible garments...
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” warns the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers! But once you are in the place, you can meet the most incredible tribes in the world. The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all celebrating. Hundreds of papus are gathering themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat! Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It takes hours… Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they told me!
Papua New Guinea , Highlands, Mount Hagen festival singsing
© Eric Lafforgue
The wig hat is made with hair..
Every year at Mount Hagen, in the Highlands of Papua New Guinea, the biggest reunion of tribes in the world takes place. In a region where the first white man was seen in 1930, traditions are still strong, and the pride of the tribes takes precedence over modernity. Created in 1964 by Australian colonials to pacify the tribes, there's still a possibility of a confrontation, but these days take place in the shape of singing, colours and incredible garments...
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” warns the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers! But once you are in the place, you can meet the most incredible tribes in the world. The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all celebrating. Hundreds of papus are gathering themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat! Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It takes hours… Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they told me!
Papua New Guinea , Highlands, Mount Hagen festival singsing
© Eric Lafforgue
PART 3. (Please do start with Part 1, just 2 images back in my photostream)
The media, always eager to exploit the next blockbuster "breaking news" event, hyped the Laquan McDonald video and provided the movement with a stage for Act II, allowing a small group of activists to bring this city to a halt.
Chicago Mayor Rahm Emmanuel was cowed into submission, and allowed demonstrators to run amok along the Magnificent Mile throughout the Christmas shopping season, costing retailers millions in lost revenue, and the City millions more in police overtime.
Since then, the movement's trump card, its contention that the McDonald video is a "template" that can be applied to all police-involved shootings, has taken a big hit. The next video to be released, that of Ronald Johnson, clearly shows that he was armed with a gun when he was shot and killed.
What's more, the in-depth presentation by Cook County State's Attorney Anita Alvarez revealed that Ronald Johnson had been a passenger in a car that was shot at by rival gangbangers. Ronald Johnson then pulled his own gun and told the driver to let him out so he could hunt down that shooter himself.
Instead, Mr. Johnson faced the officers who were responding to the original "shots-fired" call by citizens in the area. If he had acted like a responsible citizen and assisted the officers, instead of taking the law into his own hands, those officers would have focused their attention on the original shooter and not on him. By putting himself - gun in hand - in the area where shots had been fired by a different gangbanger, he became the individual the responding officer focused on. Refusing to drop his weapon, he was eventually shot and killed.
The ultimate irony is that the Ronald Johnson video could be put forward as a "template" for the situation Chicago Police Officers usually face: armed predators who stubbornly refuse to surrender, either because doing so would violate their gang's code of conduct, or because they're so coked out of their mind that they truly believe themselves to be invincible.
The most recently released video, consists of surveillance footage that captured the killing of Cedrick Chapman back in 2013. This video fotage is inconclusive at best, and clearly does not live up to its billing as yet another example of racist White police officers executing yet another unarmed African American young man.
In fact, this particular African American young man had just car-jacked a fellow citizen. The officers in this case - armed with the information that this offender was armed and dangerous - spotted the vehicle in question with Cedrick Chapman behind the wheel, and gave chase.
When the offender bailed out, he first threw the vehicle's transmission into reverse. That's a favorite trick used by experienced auto-thieves, forcing police officers to jump into a moving vehicle and bring it to a halt before it can injure innocent bystanders or cause more property damage.
As soon as the first officer had brought the stolen vehicle to a halt, he joined his partner in the foot-pursuit of the fleeing felon. Too far back to assist his partner, who was about to pounce on the fleeing car-jacker, the first officer noticed that the offender was holding a black object in his right hand, The first officer - "fearing for his partner's life - then fired his own weapon, striking and killing the offender.
Does that sound just a little contrived? Yes, it does, but, in the absence of reliable information that proves otherwise, the anti-police movement has little to offer but the now familiar accusations. Left with nothing but hot air, the movement simply pivots back to its ace in the hole: the Lawuan McDonald video.
TO BE CONTINUED
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This mural at 57th & Lake Park is but one panel of a large mural devoted to peace vs. militarism, free speech and civil disobedience. This particular panel references the peace movement after the slaughter of the Great War (1914-1918). It shows a woman trying to get both sides to "put the guns down..."
Unfortunately, 40 years after this mural was painted, we can not get gangbangers on the South and West Side to put their guns down, and Chicago is on track to reap 600 homicides in 2016.
Every year at Mount Hagen, in the Highlands of Papua New Guinea, the biggest reunion of tribes in the world takes place. In a region where the first white man was seen in 1930, traditions are still strong, and the pride of the tribes takes precedence over modernity. Created in 1964 by Australian colonials to pacify the tribes, there's still a possibility of a confrontation, but these days take place in the shape of singing, colours and incredible garments...
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” warns the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers! But once you are in the place, you can meet the most incredible tribes in the world. The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all celebrating. Hundreds of papus are gathering themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat! Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It takes hours… Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they told me!
Papua New Guinea , Highlands, Mount Hagen festival singsing
© Eric Lafforgue
Then comes a fat Emira woman, covered in sump oil (how can they remove it after ??)
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” says the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers!
The papua tourism office has a hard work convincing more people like me to come to PNG!
Once a year takes place in Mount Hagen the biggest tribal meeting, called a singsing.
The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all here. Hundreds of papus are preparing themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat!
Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It will take hours…
Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they tell me!
Bones, shells, pigs tusks, or twigs are put in the noses. I meet a Highlands warrior who has gave up the traditional shell that he used to put in his nose, and now uses an electrical meter!
Papu like to put a modern touch in their jewels or decorations, as we like to put some tribal stuff in our so called designed houses!
Now it’s time for parade. All the tribes are marching. It’s a mix of sounds and sights, not a love parade, rather a war parade!
The Mount Hagen festival was launched by the Australian colonial governor in 1964, to promote peace in the country.So…The warriors simulate fights! But the stone axes, the arrows, the shields, the spears, the bludgeons are real! There won’t be any violence during the festival, but everyday, tribal fights still take place, with guns instead of axes, and people die…
You can hear war songs, drums, and the tribes start to march in circle, in column, or in line .
The tribes keep on dancing until sundown, and have to listen to an endless speech from a local political while the few tourists go back to their hotels, stoned by the loudspeakers noise!
© Eric Lafforgue
South Chimbu dead men, aka the Skeletons.
This pic needs an explanation... Those papus are called "skeletons"...One of them is dress like a human wolf , or giant rat, it depends on the way you see the things! and the skeletons attack him: they hit him, beat his long tail, and when the monster replies to their attacks, they all turn their backs to him, shake their asses ...
Every year at Mount Hagen, in the Highlands of Papua New Guinea, the biggest reunion of tribes in the world takes place. In a region where the first white man was seen in 1930, traditions are still strong, and the pride of the tribes takes precedence over modernity. Created in 1964 by Australian colonials to pacify the tribes, there's still a possibility of a confrontation, but these days take place in the shape of singing, colours and incredible garments...
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” warns the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers! But once you are in the place, you can meet the most incredible tribes in the world. The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all celebrating. Hundreds of papus are gathering themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat! Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It takes hours… Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they told me!
Papua New Guinea , Highlands, Mount Hagen festival singsing
© Eric Lafforgue
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” says the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers!
The papua tourism office has a hard work convincing more people like me to come to PNG!
Once a year takes place in Mount Hagen the biggest tribal meeting, called a singsing.
The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all here. Hundreds of papus are preparing themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat!
Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It will take hours…
Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they tell me!
Bones, shells, pigs tusks, or twigs are put in the noses. I meet a Highlands warrior who has gave up the traditional shell that he used to put in his nose, and now uses an electrical meter!
Papu like to put a modern touch in their jewels or decorations, as we like to put some tribal stuff in our so called designed houses!
Now it’s time for parade. All the tribes are marching. It’s a mix of sounds and sights, not a love parade, rather a war parade!
The Mount Hagen festival was launched by the Australian colonial governor in 1964, to promote peace in the country.So…The warriors simulate fights! But the stone axes, the arrows, the shields, the spears, the bludgeons are real! There won’t be any violence during the festival, but everyday, tribal fights still take place, with guns instead of axes, and people die…
You can hear war songs, drums, and the tribes start to march in circle, in column, or in line .
The tribes keep on dancing until sundown, and have to listen to an endless speech from a local political while the few tourists go back to their hotels, stoned by the loudspeakers noise!
© Eric Lafforgue
1. A is for Arson, 2. B is for Burglary, 3. C is for Carjacking, 4. D es para Desperados, 5. E is for Espionage, 6. F is for Framed, 7. G is for Gus the Gunrunning Gnome, 8. H is for Henchmen, 9. I is for Impersonation, 10. J is for Jaywalking, 11. K is for Kidnappers, 12. L is for Loitering, 13. M is for Murder, 14. N is for Nuisance, 15. O is for Offender, 16. P is for Pickpocket, 17. Q is for the Quentin Tarantino Slasher of Yokohama, 18. R is for Rioters, 19. S is for Shoplifting, 20. T is for Tireslashing, 21. U is for Underbelly, 22. V is for Vigilante, 23. W is for Witness, 24. X is for Exorcism, 25. Y is for The Yucca Killer of Yosemite., 26. Z is for Zydeco Zombies
Every year at Mount Hagen, in the Highlands of Papua New Guinea, the biggest reunion of tribes in the world takes place. In a region where the first white man was seen in 1930, traditions are still strong, and the pride of the tribes takes precedence over modernity. Created in 1964 by Australian colonials to pacify the tribes, there's still a possibility of a confrontation, but these days take place in the shape of singing, colours and incredible garments...
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” warns the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers! But once you are in the place, you can meet the most incredible tribes in the world. The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all celebrating. Hundreds of papus are gathering themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat! Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It takes hours… Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they told me!
Papua New Guinea , Highlands, Mount Hagen festival singsing
© Eric Lafforgue
February 2014 started with a bang. I devoted quite a bit of time to my 365 project, as I did the Alphabet of Crime. Almost every image made Explore, and I'm quite pleased with the results, but I'm left looking for a totally new way of doing things in March.
In February I also photographed two people who have been on my short list for a while, Tommy and Mack. I'd like to think I did them justice, as well as Kelli and Jake. I'm satisfied with the month, but I am wanting to devote more time to the people who come to my studio rather than myself. We will see how March goes......
1. A is for Arson, 2. B is for Burglary, 3. D es para Desperados, 4. C is for Carjacking, 5. The Dark Side of Fame, 6. The Boxer, 7. G is for Gus the Gunrunning Gnome, 8. F is for Framed, 9. H is for Henchmen, 10. Jake & Kelli at the Happy Fish Bicycle Club, 11. Jake Schiele at the Happy Fish Bicycle Club, 12. Jake Schiele, 13. K is for Kidnappers, 14. Jake Schiele & Kelli, 15. Mardi Gras, 16. M is for Murder, 17. R is for Rioters, 18. O is for Offender, 19. S is for Shoplifting, 20. Don't call her Mack the Knife........., 21. Mack the Bomb, 22. W is for Witness, 23. U is for Underbelly, 24. V is for Vigilante, 25. Tommy Spann, 26. Tommy, 27. Amanda Mack, 28. X is for Exorcism, 29. Z is for Zydeco Zombies, 30. Black Rum Games
Barocktaunus - 03
Inspired by the German mid-luxury sedan Ford Taunus 17M deLuxe (P2) with two tone paint finish. Introduced in 1957 the model’s flamboyant styling gave this type of Ford its nickname: Barocktaunus (Baroque Taunus).
Note: Design related the 6-wide model is equipped with a second side mirror while its passenger cabin is built shorter on purpose.
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” says the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers!
The papua tourism office has a hard work convincing more people like me to come to PNG!
Once a year takes place in Mount Hagen the biggest tribal meeting, called a singsing.
The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all here. Hundreds of papus are preparing themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat!
Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It will take hours…
Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they tell me!
Bones, shells, pigs tusks, or twigs are put in the noses. I meet a Highlands warrior who has gave up the traditional shell that he used to put in his nose, and now uses an electrical meter!
Papu like to put a modern touch in their jewels or decorations, as we like to put some tribal stuff in our so called designed houses!
Now it’s time for parade. All the tribes are marching. It’s a mix of sounds and sights, not a love parade, rather a war parade!
The Mount Hagen festival was launched by the Australian colonial governor in 1964, to promote peace in the country.So…The warriors simulate fights! But the stone axes, the arrows, the shields, the spears, the bludgeons are real! There won’t be any violence during the festival, but everyday, tribal fights still take place, with guns instead of axes, and people die…
You can hear war songs, drums, and the tribes start to march in circle, in column, or in line .
The tribes keep on dancing until sundown, and have to listen to an endless speech from a local political while the few tourists go back to their hotels, stoned by the loudspeakers noise!
© Eric Lafforgue
Every year at Mount Hagen, in the Highlands of Papua New Guinea, the biggest reunion of tribes in the world takes place. In a region where the first white man was seen in 1930, traditions are still strong, and the pride of the tribes takes precedence over modernity. Created in 1964 by Australian colonials to pacify the tribes, there's still a possibility of a confrontation, but these days take place in the shape of singing, colours and incredible garments...
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” warns the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers! But once you are in the place, you can meet the most incredible tribes in the world. The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all celebrating. Hundreds of papus are gathering themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat! Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It takes hours… Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they told me!
Papua New Guinea , Highlands, Mount Hagen festival singsing
© Eric Lafforgue
You may have noticed how drastically my photo-flow has diminished since Yahoo/Flickr introduced the new format crafted for the social media crowd. That is not me but I do understand that their goal is the bottom line. The new format, IMHO, does not present my work in the best light. Whereas some photographers have those killer single images, I feel the impact of what I photograph is best viewed in a group. I think the connections are more visible.
The manner in which Yahoo/Flickr now formats items in the Albums is worse, with a few rows of two or three and a random full screen single. I do not (and will not) upload full-sized images and my images blown up that large look out of focus and just awful.
This was a very depressing launch for me and I hadn't realized how linked picking up my camera was to posting three pics a day on Yahoo/Flickr. I've photographed Detroit since the first day of 2004 and quite frankly, I'm burned out. However, since those are the only images that you give me the most views and favorites, I have been continuing trips to Detroit, many times trips I really didn't want to take. My photographic interests are not limited to urban decay. Why, there are so many other types of decay!!!
Detroit is coming back and finding my sort of images has been much more difficult. And more importantly, other than the midsection of the city, which is getting highly developed and is making a tremendous comeback, the rest of the city is still in pain. Crime is up. Every morning I check for the latest crime, the daily murders, carjacking, etc. The criminals are bolder, robbing city workers on the job repairing utilities, brazen carjackings, and a new trend, carjackers bumping moving cars and forcing the driver to pull over and forfeit the car and everything else...while driving on the freeway.
I am in so many situations where I could so easily be a victim of a carjacking, stopped at a light, driving through a cemetery on a one-way path, etc.
I may continue to post here at Yahoo/Flickr but it just isn't the same.
I see many of my contacts have left.
But many of you are still here.
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” says the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers!
The papua tourism office has a hard work convincing more people like me to come to PNG!
Once a year takes place in Mount Hagen the biggest tribal meeting, called a singsing.
The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all here. Hundreds of papus are preparing themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat!
Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It will take hours…
Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they tell me!
Bones, shells, pigs tusks, or twigs are put in the noses. I meet a Highlands warrior who has gave up the traditional shell that he used to put in his nose, and now uses an electrical meter!
Papu like to put a modern touch in their jewels or decorations, as we like to put some tribal stuff in our so called designed houses!
Now it’s time for parade. All the tribes are marching. It’s a mix of sounds and sights, not a love parade, rather a war parade!
The Mount Hagen festival was launched by the Australian colonial governor in 1964, to promote peace in the country.So…The warriors simulate fights! But the stone axes, the arrows, the shields, the spears, the bludgeons are real! There won’t be any violence during the festival, but everyday, tribal fights still take place, with guns instead of axes, and people die…
You can hear war songs, drums, and the tribes start to march in circle, in column, or in line .
The tribes keep on dancing until sundown, and have to listen to an endless speech from a local political while the few tourists go back to their hotels, stoned by the loudspeakers noise!
© Eric Lafforgue
Every year at Mount Hagen, in the Highlands of Papua New Guinea, the biggest reunion of tribes in the world takes place. In a region where the first white man was seen in 1930, traditions are still strong, and the pride of the tribes takes precedence over modernity. Created in 1964 by Australian colonials to pacify the tribes, there's still a possibility of a confrontation, but these days take place in the shape of singing, colours and incredible garments...
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” warns the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers! But once you are in the place, you can meet the most incredible tribes in the world. The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all celebrating. Hundreds of papus are gathering themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat! Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It takes hours… Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they told me!
Papua New Guinea , Highlands, Mount Hagen festival singsing
© Eric Lafforgue
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” says the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers!
The papua tourism office has a hard work convincing more people like me to come to PNG!
Once a year takes place in Mount Hagen the biggest tribal meeting, called a singsing.
The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all here. Hundreds of papus are preparing themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat!
Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It will take hours…
Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they tell me!
Bones, shells, pigs tusks, or twigs are put in the noses. I meet a Highlands warrior who has gave up the traditional shell that he used to put in his nose, and now uses an electrical meter!
Papu like to put a modern touch in their jewels or decorations, as we like to put some tribal stuff in our so called designed houses!
Now it’s time for parade. All the tribes are marching. It’s a mix of sounds and sights, not a love parade, rather a war parade!
The Mount Hagen festival was launched by the Australian colonial governor in 1964, to promote peace in the country.So…The warriors simulate fights! But the stone axes, the arrows, the shields, the spears, the bludgeons are real! There won’t be any violence during the festival, but everyday, tribal fights still take place, with guns instead of axes, and people die…
You can hear war songs, drums, and the tribes start to march in circle, in column, or in line .
The tribes keep on dancing until sundown, and have to listen to an endless speech from a local political while the few tourists go back to their hotels, stoned by the loudspeakers noise!
© Eric Lafforgue
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” says the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers!
The papua tourism office has a hard work convincing more people like me to come to PNG!
Once a year takes place in Mount Hagen the biggest tribal meeting, called a singsing.
The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all here. Hundreds of papus are preparing themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat!
Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It will take hours…
Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they tell me!
Bones, shells, pigs tusks, or twigs are put in the noses. I meet a Highlands warrior who has gave up the traditional shell that he used to put in his nose, and now uses an electrical meter!
Papu like to put a modern touch in their jewels or decorations, as we like to put some tribal stuff in our so called designed houses!
Now it’s time for parade. All the tribes are marching. It’s a mix of sounds and sights, not a love parade, rather a war parade!
The Mount Hagen festival was launched by the Australian colonial governor in 1964, to promote peace in the country.So…The warriors simulate fights! But the stone axes, the arrows, the shields, the spears, the bludgeons are real! There won’t be any violence during the festival, but everyday, tribal fights still take place, with guns instead of axes, and people die…
You can hear war songs, drums, and the tribes start to march in circle, in column, or in line .
The tribes keep on dancing until sundown, and have to listen to an endless speech from a local political while the few tourists go back to their hotels, stoned by the loudspeakers noise!
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© Eric Lafforgue
The reason we visited the classic car shop area: This Skoda had to have some work done on enormous play in the steering rack. After experiencing a death wobble it felt better to do that as fast as possible...
This weekend's fun project with Chippets was building this printmaking press so she wouldn't need to hand-rub all her linocuts. Go large.
The design is inspired by Peter Baker and Andy Tanguay. A big thanks to Andy for passing along his extra steel strut, used to make the columns of this.
[2017 Update! It seems loads of people end up here after googling about printmaking. I just want to re-emphasize that after this we needed to modify the design, adding a stiffer steel channel at the top of the bottle jack.]
If you live or work in Chicago, you have seen them throughout the city over the past couple of months. Each horse is dedicated to a Chicago Police Officer who gave his life in the line of duty.
This particular horse honors the memory of Officer Michael R. Bailey, Star #113970, assigned to the 1st Police District.
Early in the morning of July 18, 2010 Officer Bailey returned home after finishing his shift on the Mayor's protection detail. Still in uniform, he was approached by an armed robber who demanded the Officer's car. During the ensuing gun-battle, Officer Bailey was struck three times and died from his wounds.
The offender fled the scene and was not charged with Officer Bailey's murder until a year later, after he had been jailed for another car-jacking.
Officer Bailey was a 20-year veteran of the Chicago Police Department and was killed only a month before his retirement. Officer Bailey was survived by his wife, son, two daughters, and 14 grandchildren.
This deputy was flying low with lights and siren up Cornville Road and I found later that there had been a carjacking that turned into a fatal accident on I-17 somewhere between Camp Verde and Munds Park so that's likely where he was headed.
South Chimbu dead men, aka the Skeletons.
This pic needs an explanation... Those papus are called "skeletons"...One of them is dress like a human wolf , or giant rat, it depends on the way you see the things! and the skeletons attack him: they hit him, beat his long tail, and when the monster replies to their attacks, they all turn their backs to him, shake their asses ...
Every year at Mount Hagen, in the Highlands of Papua New Guinea, the biggest reunion of tribes in the world takes place. In a region where the first white man was seen in 1930, traditions are still strong, and the pride of the tribes takes precedence over modernity. Created in 1964 by Australian colonials to pacify the tribes, there's still a possibility of a confrontation, but these days take place in the shape of singing, colours and incredible garments...
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” warns the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers! But once you are in the place, you can meet the most incredible tribes in the world. The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all celebrating. Hundreds of papus are gathering themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat! Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It takes hours… Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they told me!
Papua New Guinea , Highlands, Mount Hagen festival singsing
© Eric Lafforgue
Every year at Mount Hagen, in the Highlands of Papua New Guinea, the biggest reunion of tribes in the world takes place. In a region where the first white man was seen in 1930, traditions are still strong, and the pride of the tribes takes precedence over modernity. Created in 1964 by Australian colonials to pacify the tribes, there's still a possibility of a confrontation, but these days take place in the shape of singing, colours and incredible garments...
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” warns the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers! But once you are in the place, you can meet the most incredible tribes in the world. The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all celebrating. Hundreds of papus are gathering themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat! Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It takes hours… Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they told me!
Papua New Guinea , Highlands, Mount Hagen festival singsing
© Eric Lafforgue
Original Caption: Man Working on Car in Hell's Kitchen, New York City. The Inner City Today Is an Absolute Contradiction to the Main Stream America of Gas Stations, Expressways, Shopping Centers and Tract Homes. It Is Populated by Blacks, Latins and the White Poor. Most of All, the Inner City Environment Is Human Beings, as Beautiful and Threatened as the 19th Century Buildings 06/1974
U.S. National Archives’ Local Identifier: 412-DA-13455
Photographer: Lyon, Danny, 1942-
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New York (New York state, United States) inhabited place
Environmental Protection Agency
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Every year at Mount Hagen, in the Highlands of Papua New Guinea, the biggest reunion of tribes in the world takes place. In a region where the first white man was seen in 1930, traditions are still strong, and the pride of the tribes takes precedence over modernity. Created in 1964 by Australian colonials to pacify the tribes, there's still a possibility of a confrontation, but these days take place in the shape of singing, colours and incredible garments...
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” warns the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers! But once you are in the place, you can meet the most incredible tribes in the world. The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all celebrating. Hundreds of papus are gathering themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat! Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It takes hours… Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they told me!
Papua New Guinea , Highlands, Mount Hagen festival singsing
© Eric Lafforgue
Do not worry: no young papu has been hurt during the shooting...even if this one looks afraid, in fact the stick is just a pencil for make up, not someting which will go thru his nose...but the pic, whithout explanation, may say he's gonna be pierced.
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” says the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers!
The papua tourism office has a hard work convincing more people like me to come to PNG!
Once a year takes place in Mount Hagen the biggest tribal meeting, called a singsing.
The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all here. Hundreds of papus are preparing themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat!
Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It will take hours…
Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they tell me!
Bones, shells, pigs tusks, or twigs are put in the noses. I meet a Highlands warrior who has gave up the traditional shell that he used to put in his nose, and now uses an electrical meter!
Papu like to put a modern touch in their jewels or decorations, as we like to put some tribal stuff in our so called designed houses!
Now it’s time for parade. All the tribes are marching. It’s a mix of sounds and sights, not a love parade, rather a war parade!
The Mount Hagen festival was launched by the Australian colonial governor in 1964, to promote peace in the country.So…The warriors simulate fights! But the stone axes, the arrows, the shields, the spears, the bludgeons are real! There won’t be any violence during the festival, but everyday, tribal fights still take place, with guns instead of axes, and people die…
You can hear war songs, drums, and the tribes start to march in circle, in column, or in line .
The tribes keep on dancing until sundown, and have to listen to an endless speech from a local political while the few tourists go back to their hotels, stoned by the loudspeakers noise!
© Eric Lafforgue
Every year at Mount Hagen, in the Highlands of Papua New Guinea, the biggest reunion of tribes in the world takes place. In a region where the first white man was seen in 1930, traditions are still strong, and the pride of the tribes takes precedence over modernity. Created in 1964 by Australian colonials to pacify the tribes, there's still a possibility of a confrontation, but these days take place in the shape of singing, colours and incredible garments...
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” warns the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers! But once you are in the place, you can meet the most incredible tribes in the world. The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all celebrating. Hundreds of papus are gathering themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat! Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It takes hours… Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they told me!
Papua New Guinea , Highlands, Mount Hagen festival singsing
© Eric Lafforgue
in lieu of some very lovely landscape and "me standing in front of a lake" shots, i give you the Dairy Queen RV, found sitting by it's lonesome in the mall parking lot. still not sure why i didn't carjack (or is that RV jack?) it right then and there.
Dilly Bar, anybody?
Every year at Mount Hagen, in the Highlands of Papua New Guinea, the biggest reunion of tribes in the world takes place. In a region where the first white man was seen in 1930, traditions are still strong, and the pride of the tribes takes precedence over modernity. Created in 1964 by Australian colonials to pacify the tribes, there's still a possibility of a confrontation, but these days take place in the shape of singing, colours and incredible garments...
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” warns the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers! But once you are in the place, you can meet the most incredible tribes in the world. The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all celebrating. Hundreds of papus are gathering themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat! Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It takes hours… Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they told me!
Papua New Guinea , Highlands, Mount Hagen festival singsing
© Eric Lafforgue
Then comes a fat Emira woman, covered in sump oil (how can they remove it after ??)
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” says the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers!
The papua tourism office has a hard work convincing more people like me to come to PNG!
Once a year takes place in Mount Hagen the biggest tribal meeting, called a singsing.
The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all here. Hundreds of papus are preparing themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat!
Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It will take hours…
Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they tell me!
Bones, shells, pigs tusks, or twigs are put in the noses. I meet a Highlands warrior who has gave up the traditional shell that he used to put in his nose, and now uses an electrical meter!
Papu like to put a modern touch in their jewels or decorations, as we like to put some tribal stuff in our so called designed houses!
Now it’s time for parade. All the tribes are marching. It’s a mix of sounds and sights, not a love parade, rather a war parade!
The Mount Hagen festival was launched by the Australian colonial governor in 1964, to promote peace in the country.So…The warriors simulate fights! But the stone axes, the arrows, the shields, the spears, the bludgeons are real! There won’t be any violence during the festival, but everyday, tribal fights still take place, with guns instead of axes, and people die…
You can hear war songs, drums, and the tribes start to march in circle, in column, or in line .
The tribes keep on dancing until sundown, and have to listen to an endless speech from a local political while the few tourists go back to their hotels, stoned by the loudspeakers noise!
© Eric Lafforgue