There’s a nice piece today in the NYTimes photo blog Lens about the use of camera phones in journalism (and photography in general). I like it because I’ve been feeling like a lazy photographer for not bothering to shlep my SLR around “just in case” when I know I can rely on my iPhone in a pinch. But I’ve also taken a lot of photos with my camera phone that I wouldn’t have normally taken–if I don’t have my camera with me or if I just don’t feel like it warrants a gigantic photo.
In pet stores
At Vietnam, my favorite lunch spot
in downtown SF
and, of course, jogging in Vancouver’s Stanley Park
I love my camera phone.
A family on a live-work tourist boat in Hue, Vietnam on the Perfume River.
This sort of blew my mind in Hanoi. Scooters are such an extension of people that they drive them right into the crowded markets and shop while straddling them. Another side effect of evolving into this scooter-human hybrid is that you see people never bothering to take off their helmets. The helmets aren’t very heavy, so I guess it doesn’t hurt your neck to wear them so much…but I even saw people in jewelry stores wearing helmets. Maybe they wanted to see if the necklace matched the helmet.
Fruit vendors in Ha Long Bay, where we stopped to kayak.
We came across these kids playing a basic get-the-rock-closer-the-other-rock game in an alley on Cat Ba island. This kid wasn’t one of them. He saw our cameras and then just stood around in his cool denim jacket and postured, hoping to get his picture taken. I took this one when he wasn’t sucking in his gut.
We came across this temple on Cat Ba Island where a man was doing touch-up work on all the characters. In fluorescent pink.
I love his beret.
Shot from the train to Da Nang.
On Christmas Day, we stumbled across this area just in Hanoi, just adjacent to this large, gated park where all of these men brought their roosters out to fight. They had their ankles taped, and the birds would sort of dance around each other and fly at the other, and the men would intervene if it got too intense. Then they would carefully rub them down, make them drink water, and eat grass.
Because nothing says Christmas like a cockfight!