Showing posts with label sunset. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sunset. Show all posts

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Old City, New City - and the Canal in between

Urbanizacion Panama

Both within and beyond the City's bounds it's evident there's a whole other side of Panama that spans time and crosses era's.  Immediately upon arrival, on the ride from Panama City airport into the City proper, it was evident that Panama is undergoing a another big transformation in context of a long history of change.  I was shocked - as the plane crossed the mountains, out from the tropical forest abutting the Pacific sprouts a stand of glass, concrete, and steel towers.  The skyline of Panama City - in a strictly North American context - approximates New York City's in scope, Miami's in color, San Francisco's in style, and Vancouver's in its laid back vibe... all overlain entirely with Latin  and tropical threads.    

The keystone to Panama City's arch through time (post-colonial), of course, is the one and only: the Panama Canal.  It's not like a tower or building visible from any one point; though it is visible as a glimmer on the landscape when seen from one of the various mounts.  The mark of the Canal on the citysphere is evident everywhere, from the cranes dotting the skyline to the layout of the city's districts and roads relative to the port. It's clear the Canal, and the geo- and domestic political and economic history surrounding it, have shaped the current city.  Yet (as an outsider..) there seems to be something in the spirit of the (..history of the) genesis of the City that carries through all into even today. 

At some points, I envisioned that in some places I was right in a spot to capture something of each era I'd sensed there. 



A critical part of the Canal's history - rail car used in the building of the Canal. Panama City, Panama.


Seen on approach -Panama City.  Nears the Southern terminus of the North/Central American stretch of la Carretera Internacional, the Interamerican Highway.


View upstream into the Canal, with a never-ending procession of ships passing through it in either direction.  From the Interamerican Highway Bridge over the Canal.


From Old Panama City towards the New.  It's amazing what a few centuries will do to a place. 


A remnant memorial to an age quickly receding further to the past.  Here a national monument not far from the capital's center.. but rather forlorn and forgotten.  At the end of the fortress wall on el Paseo las Bovedas.


Another view of Past towards Present - from el Paseo las Bovedas, Panama City.


Reviving and restoration of the Old Pananma within the urban shadow of the New; and all within an uncertain economy.  From el Casco Viejo, Panama City.


Relics of Old Panama from the early era of the Western Colonial period in Central America.  Lit up now only..for effect.  Casco Viejo, Panama City, Panama.


My second digitally edited photo ever! I liked the framing and perspective, but the sky was basically washed out in the shot, and way to expansive.  But.. what do you think?

Private underground party, for the City's business and medical elite.  In a converted fortress bar, this was just one of the party rooms & drink corners.  No lighting effects or any digital editing - this was it.  Casco Viejo, Panama City, Panama.


Modern Panama City 'ghetto'; here, the local version of public housing.  Brand new, and from a very popular government to the poorest people, this is one way Panama City is dealing with extreme poverty in context of a quickly booming local economy. 


Images from beyond the City, in a very well-cared for version of the colonial-era decor that would denote all parivate buildings in the Old Panama City center.  This abode now houses a bank, hours from the city itself, in Las Tablas, Panama.


Slightly edited photo, this from inside the ruins of such a colonial-style building - in the urban style.  This crazy wreck is literally across the street from a whole complex of Panama's federal government buildings. One of the many clear exhibits that Panama is growing, and growing fast.  Casco Viejo, Panama City, Panama.


This could have gone in the post on beaches and sunsets. But this one is in fact from the wall of the fortress that surrounded el Casco Viejo, or the Old City.  That parapet now overlooks a shallow, muddy shoreline whose reach extends only to where the Panama Canals begins on the Pacific - right under that bridge where the Interamerican leaps it.  That one monumental human feat - not just its creation, but its maintenance and now concurrent expansion - has shaped everything in Panama City and strongly, almost directly, influenced everything in this part of the world.  Not only people and nations, but as seen here, the very landscape and environment, too.





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Sunday, June 16, 2013

Panamaniacs!

 Sunsets and Shorelines

17 - 24 January 2013.

On a whim and by request did I make this brief dream trip a reality. I admit, I was less than enthused by the destination when I was first being convinced on the idea.  Though meeting up with my family - anywhere else but 'home' - was the real draw.

However, it wasn't long after arrival in-country until I found myself enthralled and quite tickled (yea, tickled. tickled silly.) by the obvious character that touches everything and everyone here - that of being adaptable, of being the willow rather than the oak.  It's a national character developed out of the tumultuous post-colonial history this country has borne, and the dynamic economy resulting from it's geography - and of course the paradisiacal natural environment.


The first series of photos, in no real particular order...

Of course I'm starting with a sunset photo - a few more are coming and I have to space them out.  Here, just one of man amazing sunsets enjoyed by the shoreline.

My younger broseph in the bro-mobile - all on the off-road path to nowhere.  Azuero Peninsula, Panama.


Walking along the Pacific shoreline, then looking inward - this idyllic river-side estate emerged from behind the river mouths' bend. Outside Pedasi, Panama. 


Rarely was I further from the sea than this during most of my week in Panama.  Whether to sleep, read, eat, relax, drink, or anything else - the 'meow' (definitely not 'roar') of the waves was not far....


...and later that day, I wasn't much further either.  About 12 feet away from where the above photo was taken; and maybe about as many more beers deep, too.


Here, a favorite photo of mine. "Saltwater Wedge" Azuero Coastline, Panama.


Navigating the manglar waterways - local style - on the coast-side of the Azuero Peninsula, Panama.


Packing up the truck at dusk, to head back to the semi-real world.  Somewhere, Azuero Peninsula, Panama.


My first digitally edited photo.. Ever.  Through the bro-mobile's rear window, as we head back eastward.  Azuero Peninsula, Panama.


Legitimate surf trekkers wrapping up after a weekend contest. Eastern Azuero, Panama.


Seaside lounging.  My brother, living the tough life..


...and me, getting us ready for an even tougher afternoon! Near Pedasi, Panama.


Not far from most of these other shots, and a sunset unadulterated by digital editing: "Session's Over".  Near Pedasi, Panama.







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Monday, April 11, 2011

Mui Ne Beach - Seaside amblings in a Socialist.. ..paradise?

5 - 8 Feb. 2011

Mui Ne, Vietnam.

This wanna-be sleepy beach town is split into two parts - tourist and local. The local side is a a neat sprawl of family homes, small temples, and few tall buildings, but with a breathtaking local fishing fleet. The touristy part is a narrow strip of low-lying hostels, hotels, bungalows, and resorts, among which are sprinkled some local homes and open-air, open-air restaurants - all lining the shoreline somewhere just above the littoral zone.


Dusk, over Phan Thiet Bay, across the street from our hostel.


Also in front of the hostel, my favorite reading spot in Vietnam.


Riding the white sand dunes. Intrepid travel partners, all in one frame; another favorite shot.


Chris K., clearing shoes of sand... in the desert.


Tim W. with sled gear, trekking upward to ride the dunes.


Chris, along a well managed lake-side evergreen path, approaching the white sand dunes.


White sand dunes, seen from across the lake.

It's a relaxing town, off the high-season; but development is encroaching on the whole region. Even off-road spots have been linked to the tourism trade - like huge local sand dunes, the one-time quiet fishing town, a freshwater spring that flowed from the sands in a greem & shady desert valley - and is staffed by local underemployed children & wives, catering to the increasing tide of tourist. Like many places that were once upon a time little-known and in development, Mui Ne is rapidly being connected to the modernizing world. I'm glad I got here when I did. And moreso before vehicular law enforcement has become a priority...


Learned early and lived everyday - camaraderie is here a real way of life.


Downstream of the Fairy Spring. I never reached the end to see the source..


Along the walls of the valley containing the Fairy Spring, the water table leaks freshwater. All this around the desert region of Mui Ne.


Fellow travelers, Nadya and Tim, posing with a gregarious posse of locals.  Nearby the Fairy Spring, Mui Ne, Vietnam.


Chris, with another verdant backdrop, at the rim of the valley from where flows the Fairy Spring.


From the crest of a dune, overlooking Mui Ne and Phan Thiet Bay. Not all deserts are bare..


Yup, a giant golf ball ready for tee-off in front of a new country club development for the regions elite. And Chris piloting a motor bike. Can you see where I crashed it? Ya, didn't think so. 1 Million dong fee...


More on the local side of town, Mui Ne's fishing fleet. Unfortunately, I did not awake in time to catch the morning fish market where those who own and operate the ships in this fleet make their living.

Local on the prow. Local on the prowl.


We arrived here from Saigon, initially planning an overnight stop to relax on the beach for a bit before tacking north up to Dalat. On the eve of our 4th night, we decided we should find bus tickets asap and plan to head out. Otherwise, chances were very high that the remaining week we would share in Vietnam would very likely find us along this same 10-km stretch of beach. Our hours would be whiled away reading and conversing over bottles of delicious Dalat wine, interspersed with $10USD day-long moto-bike rentals, lavish (but hella cheap in $USD) seafood feasts along the sand with traveling friends, with swims and walks (Tim & Natasja jog) in between. To maintain the figure. Not a bad way to spend mid-winter in Asia - relaxing in shorts and flip-flops in the sun - though also rather unexciting and not the best way to experience the most of the fantastic South of Vietnam, from food to culture. While its changing, much of Mui Ne seems to have remained the same.. And here, that seems to be a great thing.






The photos laid out heretofore are taken with an Olympus Stylus 1050 SW 
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