Monday, February 20, 2012

Reclining Buddha, Bangkok's oldest and largest temple-Wat Pho- has the country's longest Reclining Buddha.

Reclining Buddha 151 ft. long.-made of brick & plater and gold leaf.




Wat Pho  -Temple- was built in the 16th Century by Rama 1  (r1782-1809).

Serene Buddha reclining on right arm, golden flowers in vase by elbow.



The feet are studded with mother- of- pearl inlay.

There are 100s of Chedi in the grounds of Wat Pho, but the four most important are the Great Chedi which honor the first four kings of the Chakri dynasty.



Ancient medical paintings.
Ancient medical  painting.

 
Adding a whimsical touch to this temple of learning are huge stone caricatures of westerners wearing top hats. ( Westeners  in Thai are farangs.) The statues arrived as ballast on trade ships returning from China.

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Saturday, February 11, 2012

Welcome to My Panda Bear Photographs taken at the Giant Panda Research Center Chengdu China

My visit to the Chendgu Panda Preserve has been one of my most exciting adventures.
The baby Panda bears were fun to photograph and their antics made me laugh.
Pandas like to climb and explore.
To see a slide show of the Panda bears click on this or any other images.

Snacking is a past time for baby Pandas.

I love bamboo shoots.

Time to snack. Time to climb.

Three is never a crowd.
                                                                 


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Friday, January 20, 2012

Hellfire Pass - Thailand- 2012 - with Photographs by Joseph S. Palmer

There is a museum co-sponsored by the Royal Thai Armed Forces Development Command and the Australian government at the site to commemorate the suffering of those involved in the construction of the railway. It was built by the Office of Australian War Graves and opened by the then Prime Minister of Australia, John Howard. As a part of the museum experience, it is possible to walk through the cutting itself and along a section of the former railway track bed. An audio tour including recorded memories of surviving POWs is available at the museum.[3]
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The Kwae Noi Lookout today is a spectacular view of the Kwae Noi Valley .


There are no longer any trains running on this stretch of the line. The nearest railway station is at Nam Tok Sai Yok Noi, where trains of the State Railway of Thailand can be taken for a trip over the famous Whampo Viaduct and across the bridge over the River Kwai to Kanchanaburi, which is the nearest major town and tourist base. Visitors to the museum usually base themselves in Kanchanaburi. It is possible to roll into one day a trip to the Erawan Waterfall in the morning, followed by a visit to Hellfire Pass and its museum in the afternoon, and then catch the train back to Kanchanaburi to cross the famous bridge around sunset.
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Groups of men worked around the clock for 16-18 hours to complete excavation of the 17 metre deep and 110-m long cutting through solid limestone and quartz rock in only 12 weeks. Forced to work at night, Konyu Cutting was nicknamed “ Hellfire Pass ” because of the mixture of hammering noise, lighting from fires, oil fired bamboo torches and carbide lamps that created an eerie illumination that looked like the “Fires from Hell”. After the war in Oct 1945, the graves of 124 men were located in Kanyu No1 Cemetery, which is now occupied by grazing pasture.
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The Trail starts at Hellfire Pass Cutting, and incorporates a number of infamous features along the track, such as Compressor Cutting, Hintok Station, both the “Pack of Cards” and Three Tier Bridges, plus the panoramic view of Kwae Noi Look-out .
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Crosses placed in memory of loved ones who died working on the Hell Fire Pass.



Crosses with Poppy flowers are seen along the bed of the now gone rail road.




Hellfire Pass (Thai: ช่องเขาขาด, known by the Japanese as Konyu Cutting) is the name of a railway cutting on the former "Death Railway" in Thailand which was built with forced labour during the Second World War, in part by Allied prisoners of war. The pass is noted for the harsh conditions and heavy loss of life suffered by its labourers during construction. Hellfire Pass is so called because the sight of emaciated prisoners labouring at night by torchlight was said to resemble a scene from Hell.[1] 
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Kanchanaburi War Cemetery

The most famous portion of the railway is Bridge 277, 'the bridge over the River Kwai', which was built over a stretch of river which was then known as part of the Mae Klong. The association with the 'River Kwai' came from the fact that the greater part of the Thai part of the route followed the valley of the Khwae Noi, 'Kwai' being the Thai word for Water Buffalo. In 1960, because of this discrepancy between fact and fiction, the part of the Mae Klong which passes under the famous bridge was renamed as the Khwae Yai (Thai แควใหญ่, English "big tributary").
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The Kanchanaburi War Cemetery (known locally as the Don-Rak War Cemetery) is the main Prisoner of War (POW) cemetery associated with victims of the Burma Railway
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It is located in the town of Kanchanaburi, Thailand, and is maintained by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission. There are 6,982 former POWs buried there, mostly Australian, British and Dutch.
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After the war, the remains of most of the war dead were moved from former POW camps burial grounds and solitary sites along the rail line to one of three war cemeteries. The exception was fallen Americans, who were repatriated to the United States. (A total of 902 American POWs worked on the railway – 534 men from the 131st Field Artillery Regiment and 368 survivors of the sunken USS Houston (CA-30); 133 of them died.)
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Several museums are dedicated to those who perished building the railway. The largest of these is at Hellfire Pass (north of the current terminus at Nam Tok), a cutting where the greatest number of lives were lost. An Australian memorial is at Hellfire Pass. Two other museums are in Kanchanaburi – the Thailand-Burma Railway Museum, opened in March 2003, and the JEATH War Museum. There is a memorial plaque at the Kwae bridge itself and an historic wartime steam locomotive is on display
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A memorial building to those who have no known grave.

A Memorial to those who have no known grave.


In Memory of S.E. Thompson
In Memory of those who have no known grave.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Truck Camping @ Cobscook Bay Park Maine by Joseph S. Palmer

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Photos and text as seen in Downeast Coastal Press
"In every walk with nature one receives more than he seeks." John Muir

Cobscook  is a Maliseet-Passamaqoudy word for "boiling tides".
Cobscook Bay Park -by Joseph S. Palmer
Cobscook Bay State Park is surrounded by the salt waters of Cobscook Bay, 4 miles south of Dennysville. The park contains 888 acres of land and gives magnificent views of the ebb and flow of the tides.
Across from our campsite were two small islands. At low tide we treked across the mudflats to do some exploring. The island we chose offers a fascinating geological history of the area. The name "Cobscook" is a Maliseet-Passamaqoudy word for "boiling tides". With the changes of tides, the water seems to bubble. The tides on average rise to 24 feet, with some reaching as high as 28 feet.
One island was decorated a single giant pine tree growing on the ledge. How could it survive surrounded by salt water?
We discovered the park to be a heaven for bird-watching. One camp assistant said the park has more than 200 species of birds, including the America bald-eagle.
We were fortunate to see a nest in a tall spruce on our campsite with fluffy, white - feathered chicks. We speculated they were raptors of some type.
Although we cooked all our meals on an open fire pit, early mornings we drove a short distance to a local friendly grocery store for our coffee. We camped two days and  have vivid memories of the park's beauty and facilities.




TRUCK CAMPING at Cobscook Bay by Joseph S. Palmer

Prior to our oldest daughter's wedding, which took place on Sunday July 3, we had confirmed a campsite reservation at Cobscook Bay State Park. We knew that after the wedding we would need to get away from it all, "...a walk with nature..." kind of idea.
Put simply, we would be going truck camping with two tents and a bug shelter, four bicycles, four kayaks, firewood, and of course camera equipment. (Check out the wooden rig we built to accommodate our toys.)
We never been camping previously, but Doug Thompson and Kirsten Jo Palmer Thompson, who taught school in China two years ago and now in the Philippines, were seasoned campers. The four of us made a good team.
After we arrived at Cobscook State Park, the campsite we ended up with was for small groups, with an
Adirondack shelter and a fire pit right on the bay. We parked the truck and unloaded the kayaks . The tide was high and I immediately took a panoramic photo of the bays, looking toward the ocean. Before we unpacked, we jumped into our kayaks and paddled around the cove.
Speaking for the four of us, I think we experienced the sense of peace and tranquility to which John Muir's quote refers to. No mobile phones, TVs, iPads, iPhones or computers- just the cry of gulls and the squawking of crows.
Later in the afternoon of our first day, Doug spotted a nest of baby chicks in a 40 to 50-foot-high spruce tree on our campsite. Through binoculars the fluffy chicks seemed more white than grey with black around the eyes. Doug speculated they might be baby owls. After checking with Ethan Davis, a park assistant, he thought the chicks to be baby falcons. Off and on for the rest of the day, I looked with excitement at the nest through binoculars.
Our two days at Cobscook Park went fast. We cooked on the fire pit. Talked among ourselves. Listened to the silence. We trekked across a mud flat and rock weed to a nearby island at low tide. The pristine beauty of Cobscook Bay gave us a sense of inner peace.








Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Aeta Tribal Village- A Photographic Tour- Subic Bay- Luzon Island, Philippines; Photographs by Joseph S. Palmer


If there is one thing you should definitely not miss in Subic Bay Freeport, it is the nature tour at the Pamulaklakin Trail. I took the tour. Several days later I visited the Aeta Tribal Village.


The trail is situated along the road to the Binictican housing complex. It is a little obscure and there is a big chance you would miss it on your first pass if you are not paying attention. Once in, you might not find the compound distinct from any park or place.
What is special is the tour, or more appropriately the lesson that the Aeta guide will give you.
An extended family is seen here waiting for their morning ride to take  them to a market to sell their crafts .


A child waiting outside the complex to accompany her mother and extended family, who go daily  to a local super market  to sell their crafts.Wild honey is one of their special items.



When I began my trek toward the tribal village, I wondered what type of clothes would be worn there.
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Today most Aeta who have been in contact with lowlanders have adopted the T-shirts, pants and rubber sandals .



Example of  a tree growing in the jungle.


Using an Aeta guide we walked almost two hours through the jungle and then on to red dirt road.
Along the trail where two boys collecting nuts to use to invent and play games.



The first dwelling seen on the trail was this thatched roof  house.


Children stop at a family store just to look and possibly day dream about something to eat.



Another dwelling along the trail.


A young girl takes a break from helping her family.



Then from no where cyclists peddled down the trail.
Cycling is a big sport in the Philippines.
I'm assuming that these cyclists were peddling through the village and not residents of the village.



In the Aeta village (pronounced eye-ta) electricity is available but not every family can afford it.  


It is mid morning and the sun is heating up the village..
Two boy are seen playing an electronic game.


In the evenings, one can hear karaoke music played for entertainment. Local beer is also sold.


Children in every culture invent games to play.
Here they are playing with a wooden pole.


Smaller children copy their older brothers and sisters.


The Aeta  village has a population of  400 with 200 dwellings.
A couple stand in the doorway proudly hold their twins. 


If seeing cyclists in the village was a surprise for me, I wondered what was happening here.
My guide did not follow me in into the open air building.
I introduced myself. the woman in the grey shirt .She returned my greeting describing herself  was a Avon Sales Representative.


A young woman waits outside her mother-in-law's store.


The mother-in-law greeted me and I ask her if I may take her photograph?


Brushing back her hair she offered a faint smile.

 I came across a church.
I asked the guide what religion he practiced. He said most of the residents are
 catholic.
As I walked along I wondered where the cemetery was located.


One means of transportation in and out of the village is  a pedicab.


Another mode of transportation is oxen.
The ox is a valuable beast used for  work. 


Here the ox is dragging  material to construct a dwelling.


One source of water in the village is a stream which flows down from distant mountains.


The village school offers education to children.


A woman with her infant on her back walks toward the village center.


My guide holding his child, wife to his right with their children.


A young girl outside of the Pamulaklakin entrance.


A young Aeta boy waits for a ride to take him and his family to a market where their crafts will be sold.


A mother also waits for her ride to the city market.


A traditional dressed tribal member wishes you well.