Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Gone Fishing

Here's a couple of shots left over from our last trip to Mina Jima as documented on my other blog. These were taken as our ferry was leaving Motobu port.

I think that this old man on the outer edge of the break had the right idea. First of all, it probably didn't cost him anything to get where he wanted to go and my guess is his morning was a whole lot more productive than our little trip.
I took this second picture just as he got a hit on his line. Unfortunately the fish got off the hook before he could get it up to put in his cooler. My guess is he got enough for his lunch before heading home.

On a side note, Ryukyu Mike informed me yesterday that on one little side trip down the beach, Ryukyu Rusty found a turtle's nest. Based on the tracks still visible in the sand, the eggs were probably laid the night before. I hear that he and his main squeeze will be heading out that way in a few weeks to see if there are any new sea turtles added to the local population. Lets hope his observations are right.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Boys will be Boys : Hot Fun in the Summer Time

The old saying that boys will be boys is true no matter where you go in the world!
We went out with our cameras to Hamahiga Jima where I had photographed some shaman priestesses in the act a few years before. There's a ceremony that takes place in June of the lunar calendar that I wanted to verify the dates on. I could get the information I needed from a plaque that is "erected," not to be confused with that "twit" of a congressman with the most appropriate last name form New York, near the site where it all takes place.
 As we crossed the bridge heading out to the island, we spotted an Osprey circling overhead. I was suprised to see one still on the island and my partner on this trip reminded me that I had recently posted that they had all migrated to cooler waters.
 We also noticed a group of young boys camped out on the far end of the bridge. At first we paid them no mind but after taking a few shots of the ceremonial spot and losing a few pints of blood to a swarm of mosquitoes, we stopped at a small park, grabbed a cold drink from the machines and set up our cameras in a covered spot near the bridge's footings.
 It wasn't too long after that that my partner, who is practically stone deaf, heard birds chirping so loudly right behind us that even he was able to notice. I'll be posting that on my other blog later in the week but he has a few shots available on his blog right (HERE)
That's when the boys we saw earlier started doing what boys do best, cause trouble and play daredevil games.
Unfortunately boys grow up and some of them, probably the ones who in their younger years were the worst of the bunch, do their level best to keep us all from doing really stupid shit!

Not to worry, this didn't stop the boys from being boys. As soon as the squad car was out of sight, they resumed their fun and everyone kept their cool.