Looking out on Finch Bay.
It has been a long break from blogging due to travel and a host of other things. Just felt like posting a few shots while sitting in the airport.
Looking out on Finch Bay.
It has been a long break from blogging due to travel and a host of other things. Just felt like posting a few shots while sitting in the airport.
I just processed these photos, from our 2nd last day in Tokyo.
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Three very different shots, same sunrise.
This time of year, due to their refusing to implement daylight savings time, the sun rises in Japan around 5:30am and gets earlier and earlier. At it’s peak, the sun will come up at 4:40am. It does not matter how good your blackout blinds are – when you have a full on tropical sun shining down on you (Tokyo “feels like” 40-50C in July and August), you are waking up.
The sunrises are beautiful, but I do not miss 4:40am sunrises.
The time the sun rises in Tokyo. For some unknown reason Japan does not believe in daylight savings time. In Japan’s semi-tropical climate, no black-out blind every made can stop that UV 14 sun.
I wake up very early every day. I guess there are worse things in the world than sitting on the deck and enjoying a cappuccino to this sunrise.
The last time I was in 50C+ heat was in the Valley of the Kings in Egypt. It was take your breath-away hot.
Last weekend the “feels like” temperature crossed the 50C boundary with the thermometer reading 45C and 45% humidity. This is what it looks like, earlier in the morning (I think the UV index is “instant burn”)
Across the street they are building a high-rise. In the middle of the day, in peak heat, they were working away.
I hope they are staying hydrated.
.. continuing on the theme. Canon 5D Mark III with my 24-70mm lens.
A full moon over Tokyo.
Sunrise off of a picture I love by Christos Palios.
Sunset reflections on Tokyo.
A cool sky that morning.
A not so cool sky the morning of the big storm. Getting to the airport was a nightmare.
But most often, Tokyo skies are clear. Especially this time of year. This weekend? 17C in February. Excellent.
I watched a beautiful sunrise in Edmonton today (A cell phone does not do it justice). It made me think of that old saying:
Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning.
What I didn’t know is that the Bible has a saying too:
In the Bible, (Matthew XVI: 2-3,) Jesus said, “When in evening, ye say, it will be fair weather: For the sky is red. And in the morning, it will be foul weather today; for the sky is red and lowering.”
Turns out it may not be a myth. 15cm of snow on the way in Edmonton, airport delays being reported …..
The one thing that we got use to quickly at Lapa Rios was the sleeping. You learn quickly that early to bed is a must, because like it or not, early to rise was in the cards. By 8:30pm it was pitch black. Which is why they suggested that you bring a flashlight as you walk along the path – the lighting is dim. Getting to sleep was not an issue, as it is dark, dark, dark and you didn’t want to leave your light on as it attracted insects.
Lying in your bed, you could hear a hundred different sounds. Hit the play button here for a sample. Of course, there is always the exception. The cicada has to be the loudest, most annoying insect alive. It was like hearing fingernails down a blackboard if one was around.
A cicada (pronounced /sɪˈkɑːdə/ or pronounced /sɪˈkeɪdə/) is an insect of the order Hemiptera, suborder Auchenorrhyncha, in the superfamily Cicadoidea, with large eyes wide apart on the head and usually transparent, well-veined wings. There are about 2,500 species of cicada around the world, and many remain unclassified. Cicadas live in temperate to tropical climates where they are among the most widely recognized of all insects, mainly due to their large size and remarkable acoustic talents. Cicadas are sometimes colloquially called “locusts”,[1] although they are unrelated to true locusts, which are a kind of grasshopper. They are also known as “jar flies”. Cicadas are related to leafhoppers and spittlebugs. In parts of the southern Appalachian Mountains in the United States, they are known as “dry flies” because of the dry shell that they leave behind.
Enjoy the Cicada.
The jungle starts to wake up around 5AM. Enjoy the sounds of the jungle, the ‘whoo whoo whoo’ is the deep call of the howler monkeys. I loved the early morning chirps and sounds of the birds, a pretty cool way to wake up.
And of course, a pretty amazing sunrise.