MFA Portfolio: Photography

This page has been uploaded for the review of candidacy per the relationship between the subject and photographer.  Other forms of media have been collected and included in the application.  However, this portion of the portfolio deals with only the photographic platform.  All told, the media in use for the application include photography, printed or electronic books, films and multimedia already covered within the application process.

The theme of each image centers around a different essence of communication — through a medium that either implies its own juxtaposition, or showcases a very human element to a universal item within it.

A brief description of the piece and the relationship it represents between the photographer and the work is included below each item:

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In the fall of 2010, I visited the largest religious monument in the world.  The various Temples of Angkor and the surrounding area around Siem Reap were abuzz with tourists and locals alike.  This particular photograph capitalizes on the irony surrounding the idea that those capturing the early morning sunrise behind Angkor Wat are, themselves, captured and therein they form the true nature behind each of the photos that they take.

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In the Ifugao region of the Philippines, the meaning of the many tattoos that line the woman’s forearm (and indeed which are located all over her body) might well go unnoticed to the average traveler.  It’s a dying breed that still has remnants of the old and outlawed tradition of headhunting — with each victory inked in a different assemblage of markings.  The half-hour that it took for me to coax the woman into showing me her tattoos revealed much about the stigma that is attached to these old-world activities.  And, though marginalized and seen as archaic, the past that follows this woman (and that may well die with her) is a sort of forced extermination of history in this area.  The embarrassment that she felt even in covering up her face is exactly the reflex of what stigma builds from, but also upon.  And of course, the fading of her tattoos generically symbolizes the phasing out of even their meaning.

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Using a process called High Dynamic Range photography, this image was layered from a series of five separate images taken at different exposures.  The camera was kept still by way of a tripod.  And at the time it was taken, this image was processed at the very height of the technological advancement of photography.  Yet from the misty mountain tops to the millennia-old tiered rice fields overlooking the tiny village below, the content within this shot depicts a world long since forgotten by the generation who created that technology.  It therefore begs the question, “Does this new wave of technology (and the new lifestyle it provides) help to preserve the old ways of the world, or does it simply act as a catalyst for preserving what’s left?”

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This giant bronze statue in Korea is clearly one created for portraying the essence of tranquility, peace and meditation. However, upon closer inspection, it is clear that a violent battle is being waged (and lost) to the very elements in which its intricate details were forged.  On a grander scale, one might imagine that the symbolism between the eventual passing of the ideology that would painstakingly construct such a monument is also fighting the very same battle with time.

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The skulls collected at the bottom of the Killing Cave outside of Battambang, Cambodia, sit in remembrance of those who plummeted to their deaths within it at the hands of the Khmer revolutionaries in the 1980s.   In the west, we think of skulls as a symbol of destruction and carnage.  And in a sense, that was the mode that brought an end to these peasant people.  But they mean something much different to their living descendants who come here to be with the cherished last remains of their dead.  And when we realize that children — the youngest of the descendants who came here to pay their respects — were given the honor of collecting the bones of their beloved ancestors, the symbol takes on new meaning.
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No matter where they find themselves, Chinese people are said to be the most fervently opposed to integrating and embracing the culture in which they settle.  Each year, there are numerous exoduses from China.  In some cases, the Red government even pays its citizens to relocate — especially to areas seen to be in need of “China-fication.”  Holding fast to their own language, diet, customs and beliefs, these emigrants largely offer only their Chinese heritage back to their new communities.  At first glance, it seems apparent that this tea and glassware shop is just another store in the Beijing suburbs.  Otherwise, one might never know that this photo was taken in a small Muslim fishing village in Southwestern Thailand,

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‘Know what you sell,’ a neighboring merchant might say about this stoic pair who seem to have a knack for finding like-featured offerings at a Sunday Market in Jogjakarta, Indonesia.  The relationship between seller and merchandise is never more evident than in places where the decorum resembles the culture.  IKEA might sell these brass visages as cheeky doorbells or novelty entryway accessories.  But here, they carry prestige and presence.  They may even have been lifted from a house that begged that challenge from its marauders.

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In a capital city like Manilla, where little is done about a growing homeless problem, even less is done about those who belittle and accost them.  This homeless woman sits defenseless as local men throw glass bottles and plastic cups at her.  But these men might not realize that they, too, could be out in the street the very next week.  Much of the homelessness in the Philippines is actually initiated by natural disasters that either drive people from smaller towns into the cities, or even in the cities where emergencies like block fires and flooding are nearly impossible for the local government to prevent or budget for, in a city that remains gridlocked nearly 18 hours of each day.

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In Hong Kong, where architectural pride is about as palpable to the designers’ personality as the money behind these megaliths is for their investors, it might be hard not to notice that each edifice has it’s own feel.  Experiencing the life that pulses through this city is a lot like that in New York or Los Angeles — but with a twist.  Commerce is King in this economic hub straddling the line between the west and the east.  And reflecting from within each of its billion-dollar buildings is an even more expensive lesson: Could it get too big to fail?  This image captures the facade (literal) of one building with the facade (metaphorical) of another, in keeping with the ever-present goal of our internal, insatiable desire to endlessly consume.

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In a market in Vietnam, the subject of a photo engages the artist as an image is made.  Immediately afterward, monetary compensation is expected for this interaction.  Though it doesn’t matter that, in another time, these two characters might otherwise be a part of the same community or share similar interests, neither engages in any activity that resembles personal contact or meaningful interchange.  It is understood that the subject agrees, in this case rather disapprovingly, that the money she will receive from every tourist is understandably equal to the image that each of them bring away.  And it represents the correct exchange no matter how abruptly it came into being.

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As with the tiered rice fields from the Philippines (shown above), this image was captured in HDR.  Beyond adjustments for correcting the balance of light, no other alterations were made after the layering took place.  Yet, because of the nature of the almost mystical contrasting and ghosting that comes into play with this new form of photography, this image not only captures the idea of some iconic painting of an Asian temple gate, but also the same dreamy feel of the memory that it keeps in the mind.  It’s only when the viewer looks close, as one is also forced to do in the setting where temple gates are built, that the true details of the scene make sense to the eye.  And it’s therefore no coincidence that the “unedited” nature of the image is as surprising to the eye as it is to the memory it brings with it.


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Remarkably, this student-monk did not pose for, or even acknowledge this shot being taken.  The unique brand of juxtaposition in this frame is captured by a young man engaging in a quite typical activity of a rural Laotian community.  And in doing so, he is an active participant in synthesizing the newness of youth with the apparent timelessness of an as-yet impenetrable cultural norm for this part of the world.  And as if trained by the statue’s sculptor, the boy unknowingly poises himself in exactly the same manner and exemplifies nearly genetically twinned facial traits as the centuries-old Buddha effigy.  He might just as well have been the statue’s inspiration.

Uros12_resizeLiving their lives by the reeds, these two Incan descendants chew on the very fibers that sustain them in the highest of the world’s navigable lakes: Lake Titicaca.  The totora reed was to the inquisition-era Peruvians, what the Costa Meza was to the post-colonial Native Americans.  It saved them by offering them a creative hiding place to wait out the swathes of invading foreigners.  Life thereafter for these people was defined by these aquatic plants.  Tied together and used as floating islands, huts, fishing twine, fabric — even fish storage pools — these digestible plants are quite literally a life-saver.

Journal 60: The 30-Hour Antizonal Flight Part Four: Jeddah to Riyadh

I met Sam, the guitar-picking Peace Corps alumni, on his way to Malaysia for similar reasons as me.  In fact, I saw him at the D.C. airport terminal lounge, bushy beard and all, pacing around the entrance and generally keeping to himself.

He’s a pretty cool guy: English grad, just spent the last few years in Morocco as an educator and multi-party assistant to other Peace Corps efforts in the region.  He knew a lot about the country and it was nice to talk to him about a nation that is such a coveted destination for me.  But I will get there someday.  Perhaps before then he will use the email address I gave him and I will be able to pick his brain a little bit about where to go and what to see.

He was taking the exact same flights as me.  And once we were in Saudi Arabia, I thought to sit down and introduce myself.  He was pretty quiet up until he got a guitar in his hands.  But after that, it was Tom Petty, Ray LaMontagne and everyone in between.  He pelted it, too.  Unashamed, he was singing at a level that I would probably be questioning in a country that enjoys American rock-and-roll about as much as they do the feminist movement.  But off he went nevertheless.

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While sitting and listening to him, I also spoke to an Indian fellow named Johnson, who was on his way to India to spend time tracking down the patent to this new chemical that he and a friend had invented which helps clean out pollutants from bodies of water around large plants and laboratories.  That seems like it will take off like disco if he ever gets the patent and some good marketing.

He was also into making films and had recently finished the Computer Graphics portion of a $15 million film set to release sometime soon.  He was pretty interested in talking to me about what to do to get the film released and marketed.  But I wasn’t sure what advice I could give to someone dealing with that kind of capital.  I would assume that kind of cheddar could buy a lot of airspace in Hollywood if that was his ultimate goal.  But I still told him what I knew of the indie film circuit throughout the states.

His other upcoming movie, Heart of a Soldier, which was filmed in India and which stars a famous Indian actor who charges a handsome $3 million per film, was supposed to be a hit and I was invited to check out his Vimeo presentation of that title.  So hopefully being on this blog, it will get a few more views.  [put link here]

One interesting thing that he did say once he found out that I was into making documentary films was that there is a group (or more likely a tribe) of people living in the Himalayas that would be a great subject for a doc.  And after listening to him talk, I agreed.  He indicated that the people there lived to be 300-years-old and that they wear no clothing even in the sub-freezing temperatures.  So if this place and those people exist, I am sure they would make me my millions as a documentary filmmaker.  Let’s just hope this is a well-kept secret rather than one of he may Indian myths that circulate in an effort to give sway to mysticism and lore.

Prayer time on the PA system throughout the airport interrupt my thoughts as all the men line up and face Mecca to commence their groveling to a tribal god.  Allah uh Ahkbad, Allah uh Ahkbad.  The chant continued.  I leaned over to ask the young boys sitting in their seats just down the aisle from me what the man was saying.  And they said, after the whole “God is great” thing, that he was praying for a safe journey for all of Allah’s followers.

It is really weird to have someone so religiously extreme as would pray over the intercom.  But as religious people go, this still struck me less weird than the irony behind not praying for everyone aboard.

‘What about the Jews, Catholics, Hindus and Buddhists that are apparently on this flight with me,’ I thought.  Wouldn’t everyone die if Allah was not looking over them with the same contingent of care as his faithful followers?  If it was their day to die because Mohammed would not approve of the beliefs inside their heads, wouldn’t then everyone else have a visit with the same fate?  And wouldn’t this idea have come across someone’s mind at the pulpit of this many-times-a-day prayer?  At some point, wouldn’t it become a bit suspicious as to why so many flights made it safely and the greater population of the passengers be Hindu?  Or a regimen of Daoist Chinese on their way to Dubai?  Could it be possible that the Buddha was visiting more protection on the Buddhists onboard than Allah to his Muslims?

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And what of the people of these other religions that must listen to this ballast of Arabic praises?  Are they not worried that this might offend these people?  What about the embracement of diversity?  What about using that intercom to do a recite a passage from the Hindu Mahabarata?  Maybe a chant for the Buddhist monks in the crowd?  Or perhaps holding Mass for the Catholics?

The religious questions never seem to stop.

Nevertheless, I really enjoyed looking around and seeing all the different styles of dress, meeting new people and talking about the random airport lounge topics.  And thankfully the obviously religious people that I did get to talk to, were very nice, welcoming and engaging.

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Journal 59: The 30-Hour Anti-Zonal Flight Part Three: Saudi Arabia

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I slept for about four hours between the muddled cried of Saudi tots.  I tried to watch the newest release of Total Recall with Colin Ferrell, but I was reminded of the extreme right-wing, police-state, surveillance-state, censoring mentality that comes with extreme religious governments.

Mild violence was never shown.  No blood was allowed to be seen.  Even women’s low-cut shirts were pixilated at the breasts.  So by the time I’d finished the first half hour of the film, I’d had enough bleated, fuzzed out and muted scenes to realize that I wasn’t even getting the full story to keep a decent understanding of the plot line.  And for a movie like Total Recall, that’s cutting out a lot.

The thought occurred to me that they do to their movies the same thing they do to their women.  Cover them up.  If you think it’s indecent, cover it up.  If it’s a little embarrassing, cover it up.  If it is a bad word, a bad sight or could lead to a bad thought, cover it up.  Pretend it doesn’t exist and hide it away.  That’s the way it works.

I guess I should feel good that I was born with a penis.  I am perfectly okay walking around in public wearing whatever I want.  But dare I show even a little skin, no matter what blistering temperature the sun is cooking this arid land at, if you’ve got breasts, you’d better be draped head to toe in the darkest, least revealing, hottest attire we men can think to force upon you.  At least that is one man’s impression.

Perhaps I am wrong.  But covering up is a very foreign concept for me – and I am assuming it is for most westerners as well.  We automatically feel like maybe there’s something to be ashamed of or that we’re ugly if we’re asked to hide away.  And perhaps that is going to be one of the greater challenges to Islam taking hold in western countries.

That thought passes as we land and taxi into the terminal.  I am reminded of just how religion finds its way into all facets of life here, not just in the burka which must be donned by all women.  As the pilot begins to speak into the PA system, he praises Allah for a safe flight and successful landing.

Personally, I’d rather him be thankful for his gauges functioning properly and that the laws of physics didn’t suddenly shift during our time in the air.  I’d even be happy if he was prideful of his skill in putting down plane with a dry weight of 84,100 lbs. and more than 300 bodies on board.

Islam is not just a religion here.  It’s a way of life.  The uniform dress on the streets is as important for men as it is for women.  But not for the same reasons.  For the men, who are generally found sitting and smoking or talking on a mobile phone with one hand and shaping every syllable they utter with the other, it seems more of a uniform of status.  And they hold that status dear.

I’s a simple form of honor that is paid from one man to another when they see they’re part of the “club.”  And while it’s a bit archaic, it’s probably more than the tradition than it is the significance that will fuel this trend to the last breath of the last Muslim in this land.

Nevertheless, we’re here in what’s got to be the creepiest airport on earth.  Jeddah is a very “short” city with all the buildings being under three stories.  And while its infrastructure is constructed chiefly of mud-brick and earthen supports, it’s home to three million people and is said to be one of Saudi’s premier resort areas.

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Journal 58: The 30-Hour Anti-Zonal Flight Part Two: D.C. to Jeddah

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Muslim Tea: Pinky Out

I have never been to the desert.  So all that I knew to assume about what it looked like was limited to Clint Eastwood movies and the slides from my geology classes.  In flying over this dry and desolate place, I am simply amazed at what is actually here.

I originally thought that it might be just some endless expanse of brown dunes.  But I’ve found that it has a lot of diversity.  There are varied geological structures, evidence of ancient volcanoes or asteroid strikes and sunken lakes with protruding, mountainous islands that more resemble colossal mushrooms with the understory having been eroded away by the continuous lapping of currents underneath.

There was also an amazing spectrum of colors, considering that there seemed only to be limited geological sediments.  And in between the mountainous, darkly color-crested heaps of earth, the valleys revealed the remnants of those ancient massive bodies of water where once-rich soils and minerals were replaced by gradually descending banks.  And ancient rivers, once having chiseled through these mountains, left only their discolored, winding channels behind.

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What I knew of the desert was simply destroyed by what I saw flying over this grand and inescapably beautiful place.

And this is all in addition to the amazement that I felt the first time that I saw the Nile River.  By the time we were over eastern Egypt, the plane had descended down below its normal 35,000 feet and I was able to make out quite a lot of detail.  It was really impressive from above.  Its banks were rich and peppered with towns and layers of green life.  And as it writhed and wriggled along the opposing bodies of beige sands, oxbow lakes could be detected from some 10,000 years of meandering along a different course.

The entire region, really, was not what I expected.  There was so much more to what I saw in these famous deserts than what I had originally assumed.

Journal 57: The 30-Hour Anti-Zonal Flight Part One

The Makkah Region Desert, Saudi Arabia
The Makkah Region Desert, Saudi Arabia

The benefits to sitting in the exit row are few but valuable.  The most important for me, a man of 190 centimeters and 114 kilograms (6’4” 260lbs), is that I can stretch my legs without too much worry as to whether or not I will be abruptly awoken by the infrequent settling back of the chair ahead of me.  This is key, since the reason that the person in front of me would need to slide the seat back in the first place is because they’re going to be preparing to sleep for the next few hours – assuring that I won’t be doing so for at least that long.

The second benefit, of course, is that the restrooms are 10 feet away.  Convenience when needing to use the restroom is always a comfort.  It also helps in the event that there is a long line.  One can rest easy and simply wait for the line to be an amicable length before committing to the bladder dance that will ensue once in line and looking forward to the relief that will be arriving soon.

The drawbacks to being in the exit row, however, are more numerous and far outweigh the benefits.  For starters, while you’re 10 feet away from the bathrooms, you’re also 10 feet away from the bathrooms.  So while the wait might be less and the access convenient, one finds that they have leveraged these accommodations with the continuous odor that emanates just a short distance away.  And on a flight from a Middle East country and continuing onto one with a high concentration of Indian descendants  that particular aroma carries with it a continuum of reminders of the kind of digestion problems which are inherent to the colons of nations with such a long dietary history of curry and spice inclusion.

Of course, the hidden gem of advantages to being seated so close to this nocuous location is that one can fart without worry of being suspected as the culprit.  It goes without saying, however, that one can’t make a terribly audible reverberation whilst breaking wind.  Because, though the engine and wind against the hull may lull one to sleep along the day-and-a-half trip, the infrequent rumble from the seat next door might well become questionable when followed by an aromatic differentiation with the common scents abound – especially when no one is using the lavatory in a pressurized vacuum.  But, well timed, the internal release of the kind of pressure that airplane food can concoct in the average bowel system is a welcomed respite in an otherwise nerve-wracking situation.

The second most profound detriment to winding up in the exit row is that this is the row where the airline places the families with very young children.  And, while I think kids are great and cute and interesting, I don’t necessarily find the percussion of noises, the incessant and hyperactive activity and the sensory-debilitating stench quite so adorable.

Even being extremely tired, wearing a headband over my eyes and with earplugs crammed into my ear canals, I remained sleepless for the 12-hour flight from Washington D.C. to Jeddah, Saudi Arabia.

The third, yet no less disappointing item that stands in the way of a pleasing experience on the aircraft’s exit section is that on the bigger aircraft, there is no window in this isle.

Needless to say with all the inopportune elements to the start of this long journey to Malaysia, I was not pleased by the time I arrived in the Kingdom of Saud.  But nevertheless, I was in good spirits as I was still looking forward to a great time in my new life.

So in my many long hours aboard Saudia Air Flight 036 I had a lot of time to think about the goals that I wanted to set for myself in the coming year and to look forward to the new insights that I will behold in my new position in Malaysia.

I utilized my time on that leg concentrating on the positive attribute of the flight and found creative ways to get around the crying babies, nasal assaults and lack of good views of the passing earth below.  I was able to find a row in the back of the aircraft that had a window seat free and snapped a few shots and captured some footage of the long, empty desert below.  But we were lucky because most of the flight was during the nighttime hours.  So by the time we were flying over Egypt, we’d reached the part of the world where the sun was up.  And I wound up getting some great shots of the Nile River, the Persian Gulf and of the geologically impressive Makkah Province desert (pictured above).

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Once in Saudi Arabia, I realized that I was only one of very few white faces in the crowd.  So, while I was able to figure out quite quickly that I wasn’t going to blend in, I also realized just as fast that those who stand out in Arab cities seem to be categorically selected to be most scrutinized.

If I’d thought that people in the U.S. profile travelers at airports, I was in for quite a shock here in the most extreme of right wing, conservative Muslim countries.  I, as well as basically every other westerner, found myself the victim of not one, but two trips back to the same searching station in order for guards of varying paygrades to quite thoroughly rummage through my belongings and wrinkle up the shirts that I painstakingly folded and placed so that I would not look like a hobo for my first day at work.

I was asked several times what I did for a living and if I was a journalist.  I didn’t have the heart to tell them ‘yes.’  So in an effort to be honest, I simply told them that I was not staying in their wonderful country, but that Jeddah was just a through-flight for me to land in Riyadh, where I would then be off to my final destination in Malaysia.

But while the guards were less than welcoming, the locals seemed very nice.  I sat and talked with several people that were awaiting flights.  I didn’t approach any women, but the men were very welcoming and informative.  They spoke with very good English and seemed very formal and respectful.

One man, Dr. Sharif, talked with me for about ten minutes and spoke about all my inquiries with enthusiasm and pride in his country.  I asked about the type of dress that people wear, the interesting things to do in the Middle East and about what people from the Kingdom thought about Americans and westerners.

The audio clip from that conversation will be loaded soon.

Journal 56: Back in Southeast Asia

Kuala Lumpur's Patronas Towers.

Kuala Lumpur’s Patronas Towers.

Well, I am finally back in my favorite region of the world, Southeast Asia.  This trip represents the fifth or sixth time that I have been to Malaysia.  It will be the first time that I have lived there, but I like to think that I am familiar enough with the area that I will adjust quickly and adequately.

This year has been a very active one for me.  And what I have done this year will hopefully win your forgiveness for not having kept up with my blog as I have wanted to these last eight months.

Along with having done a lot this year, I am also emerging from probably the toughest year in recent memory.  In just the last three months alone I lost the love of my life, I forfeited the opportunity to be a full-fledged Guatemalan expat, faced tragedy on the home front, nearly got mugged in one of the most violent countries in the world and was forced to leave probably the best shot at earning a Ph.D. that I have ever had (and that was completely paid for).

On the other hand, I also had some of the most amazing experiences of my life.

Since May, I have lived in Taiwan, the U.S., Guatemala and back to the U.S. where I moved from Maine to Virginia. Then I had a visit to the Middle East and started a new chapter in Malaysia.  And in the interim, I put myself through film school, visited five New England states, produced almost a dozen short documentary films, lived in the Mayan capital for the 5,000-year anniversary of the turn of its calendar, made some amazing new friends, published two ebooks, released two full-length documentaries from three countries (with a third coming soon) and traveled around the world for the third time.

It’s been an eventful year.  And even through some staggering losses and unimaginable challenges, I have resurfaced with new insights and am more sure than ever that I will be making this year one of my best ever.

My goals for this coming year are not so much numerous as they are important.  I have started a new position teaching at a college outside of Kuala Lumpur.  So while I am ecstatic about the idea of working back in the college setting and rekindling my love of instructing on the post-secondary level, I am also very sanguine about living in a place that I will be using as a hub for my photographic exploits in the coming years.  And my goals are befitting not only my passions in writing, photography and film, but also in my professional life as well.

With that in mind, the first thing I would like to do is to finish editing my newest film from Taiwan.  It should (hopefully) be released by the end of this month.  But if I am not settled until later in January, I will have to move the release date back to February.  This film is going to be really something.  I traveled to many of the islands around the country including Lanyu and the Penghu Islands.  I climbed way into the mountains and visited a giant gorge that seems so large that it cuts the earth in half.  I went to a fireworks festival where an entire town literally shot them at one another in a very dangerous, exciting celebration.  And I even saw this amazing festival of lights and lanterns.  This was a trip that enveloped the entire country; coast-to-coast, mountains and cities, and north-to-south.

After that, though, I will finally get to tackle the giant list of photography that I have yet to edit.  I have galleries from Java and Sumatra in Indonesia’s two largest stand-alone islands; a gallery of photos from Kota Kinabalu and Brunei on the island of Borneo; a huge list of photos from all over Taiwan; and I even have a few that I took around Guatemala in August and September this year.

The job that I will have here (which is awesome, by the way), along with only four teaching hours per day, affords me three day weekends every week.  So after I finish editing the film and going through all my unfinished photos, I will be heading out on every weekend and holiday that I can to get lots of footage of the best things to do in Malaysia.

This next film is going to be awesome.  Those of you who have been following my photography and this blog for a few years know that I already have many photos from Malaysia.  So I will be showcasing a lot of footage from the places that I have visited already and adding in many more highlights along the way.  I will also be adding a lot more travel tips and country-specific advice. I’ve gotten a lot of feedback from my wonderful readers.  And people seem to like the shorts that accompany the longer films in-country.

For those who have been following my travel documentaries, you know that I have had a lot of recent success with my doc on the Philippines and in Hong Kong and Macau on my Youtube channel (which now totals more than 17,000 video views).  But if you watch these films, they were produced before I went back to film school over the summer.  So I plan on utilizing all the lessons that I learned this past year in creating better aesthetic, stronger composition and I will also be adding more of an “informing” feel to the narration.

I hope that my efforts will be rewarded by more views.  And if you like these films, please pass on the links and share them with others.  This, to me, is the best success I could ever hope for.  To know that people are genuinely enjoying what I am creating in an effort to share the amazing experience of travel is very gratifying for me.  So in the coming months, look for my best work to come.

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First on the list of new films (after Taiwan, of course) will be Malaysia.  I will be hoping to get out to a new destination every other weekend.  This means that, along with jaunts through the cities, like Kuala Lumpur where I will go to the top of the famous Patronas Towers, I will also be going to amazing places like Penang, where the food and culture is like nowhere else in the country (or the world, for that matter).  I will go and be a part of the sacred Hindu festivals held within the limestone caves just seven miles outside KL known as the Batu caves.  I’ll take in some sun and forget about time at the majestic Perhentian Islands.  I’ll trek through the Taman Negara National Park where they have the longest canopy suspension bridges in the world.  I will see the world’s largest flower and hang out in orangutan-populated primary rainforests in and around the Cameron Highlands along Peninsular Malaysia’s central mountain range.  And I’ll even go over to Borneo where I will travel around Sabah and climb Mount Kinabalu, Southeast Asia’s tallest peak.

I might even tackle a longtime goal of mine to go skydiving.  I’ve already done a little homework, and it looks like the highest jump goes from about 12,000 feet, reaches vertical drop speeds of 190kph and I can do it just about any day of the week for less than $400.  The last time I was investigating it, I was too heavy to go tandem.  But since I’ve lost about 20 lbs., I’m good to go!

Whatever I decide to do, I will be making this next documentary an amazing one.  It will be full of cool information, tips and advice and I will also have tons of additional footage that I will release after the film is produced.  I will also be following it up with my latest book, Moving Stills Volume Five: Faces of Religion in Malaysia, which documents and discusses the many facets of religious diversity throughout the peninsular portion of the country.

Beyond that, I will be able to do Singapore, Indonesia and possibly even East & West Timor by the end of the year.  I don’t want to put too much on my plate, but I definitely want to leave something enticing to look forward to in the coming months.

So look for those to come soon and feel free to watch all the films that I produced throughout the year on my Youtube Channel.

Journal 55: Headed for Penghu

Finally headed back out to the long-awaited Penghu Islands where I will conclude the second-to-last film gathering set from Taiwan.  Here’s the sending off video and all the gear I’m bringing along.

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Website updates

Greetings all,

I am not sure if you’ve noticed my absolute withdrawal from anything resembling the social spectrum lately.  But there’s been a ton of stuff going on.  But that’s good.  It means there’s also a TON of stuff to report.

On top of my recent release of my latest film, Travel Geek: Documentary Hong Kong & Macau, I’ve completely revamped and rebuilt the entire website.

I’ve updated lots of the older galleries and added at least 12 new ones (that I can think of).  I’ve compiled a new menu set and a massive main page slider that scrolls the latest featured photos from the Philippines.  When I get back from my filming excursion to the Penghu Islands (leaving tomorrow and coming back on Friday) I hope to go through my entire catalog, select one or two of my best photos out of each album and make what will seem like a never ending slider of super badass photos for your viewing pleasure.

I’ve also updated the blog section and included posts not found here.

There are new plans for releases in the Books section.  This includes  many of my photo-books for the iPad.  And I will be unveiling my plans for a monthly magazine complete with a reader section for submitted travel photos from all over the world.  And that’s in addition to the text format books that should be released on ebook later this year.

There’s a new About page, and I’ve also hosted a brand new Documentary Films section (with two additional pages for the Hong Kong & Macau film and the Philippines film)  The Taiwan film should be out by the 15th or so of this month.  So that will find a home on it’s own page in that section as well.

There’s a lot more that has gone into it.  But I’d be typing for days if I put it all here.  And I feel like it’s been all I could do not to go cross-eyed from staring at the computer screen these last few weeks.  But it’s finally paid off.   The website is not complete.  But it’s ready to be revealed because I am coming around the last corner of having it all put together.  Besides, I couldn’t wait any longer to announce it anyway.  So there ya go!

To view the page, just go to https://www.cyleodonnell.com/ or just click HERE.

Thanks in advance for checking it out.  And if you see anything you think could be better, catch something I missed or know of anything you’d like to see added, just lemme know!

New Travel Geek Documentary Out Now

Today is a great day.  Nothing is different in the community.  There are no celebrations taking place in the area.  The sun isn’t even shining — in fact there’s a week-long out-of-season monsoon ravaging the west side of the island.

But the silver lining to the lenticular wave of clouds pushing in from China shines through.  And that’s important to note because:

Today I’m releasing my latest film, Travel Geek: Documentary Hong Kong & Macau!

It’s finally finished post-production and is now available for download!

This 45 minute documentary follows me through both Special Administrative Regions (SARs) of China; Hong Kong and Macau. In them, I visit two islands and the mainland of Hong Kong and all the islands of Macau.

In Macau, I jump off the world’s highest bungy jump, more than 250 meters! I eat from the local restaurants, navigate the labyrinthine streets to see all the museums and even get caught filming illegally in the casinos!

In Hong Kong, I sneak into the underground markets with my hidden camera at the Chungking Mansions and buzz around the old city and the financial district on a photo walk and city tour.

This film is not to be missed.

Be sure to grab a copy.  Here’s the link.

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Journal 54: Back from Macau

So I just returned from the Macau and Hong Kong trip and I feel like I have been walking through the desert for weeks.  I can’t believe how exhausted I am.  I don’t know if it’s because I am getting older or because the area is so small that visitors feel they can walk the entire thing and not be completely wasted afterward.

But I can assure you, I am completely wasted.

Having said that, though, I can also say that I have seen the entirety of what Macau has to offer and, as always, I enjoyed my time in Hong Kong.

I only spent one day in Hong Kong this time, but it was great to get out and do a photo-walk of my favorite places thereabouts.

I visited an old friend in the market north on Nathan Road and I got to do one of my favorite things on Hong Kong Island, which was to ride the double-decker buses and shoot the views from above.  And I even ate at one of my coveted places – Agave.

I haven’t eaten good Mexican food in a long time.  So it was a welcomed visit to the restaurant.

As always, it was very expensive.  But I think that I came away with some great experiences.  And the film that is currently in post-production will be released soon – hopefully by Sunday.

Well, this is just a short journal to highlight the upcoming media from the trip.  And I also wanted to make the point of apologizing that I have not been able to release my book as planned.

I guess I just bit off more than I could chew with everything going on and also trying to stay on top of the release.  I will hopefully be able to squeeze it in there with all my edits (photo and film) for the upcoming documentary.

And then, of course, there’s the long-awaited Taiwan Documentary that I have been filming for and working on since January this year (2012).

So there’s lots happening.  And I hop that this weekend greets you all well and that I can get this film out, get the book released, give away my free copies to all promised recipients and then get on to finishing the Taiwan documentary.

Until then, I will be steadily and dedicatedly working!