Martinique, where men are men?
For those of you who wonder why there are so many photos of women on my blog, I present Exhibit A (photo above)… Need you any additional explanation as to why I don’t often photograph the men?
A mini Miss beauty pageant winner blows the crowd a kiss…
The very young,
95 years young.
and the very old on the other hand, make excellent photo models. Both were found celebrating on the streets of Fort de France in the true spirit of carnival. A rarity however, as the predominant group (at least for this year), was the teenager. I have no idea where the mid twenties to mid thirties set were hiding… That remains a disappointing unsolved mystery!
Not that I have anything against teenagers out having a good time. It’s just that the generation gap occasionally feels like a chasm. For example:
Is it just me or do the girls look like they’re auditioning for the next production of Lolita?
Give me your wallet or else…
And the boys…. What’s with the I want to look like a thug theme?
Hot pants with a use by date of this evening???
Frankly, I don’t get it…
Oh well, guess I’ll just get back to something I do understand…. Leopard hunting…
The bunnies are everywhere!
I’m back for another day of bunny watch… For some reason rabbit ears are all the rage at this years carnival.
Pa bunny and baby bunny out for a stroll.
But it does look better on some…. than on others….
The mouseketeers are alive and well.
If it’s not rabbit ears its mouse ears….
It will all be on facebook tomorrow.
I photographed the lot..
Not that I wasn’t ready to participate in the festivities! I had quickly acquired my carnival essentials kit.
Carnival kit… Because sometimes less is more….
Energy drink, check…. Red nose, check…. odd voice whistle (makes you sound like you’ve been breathing helium), check….
Tailing carnival leopards… Dangerous work…
I wasn’t just going to be a spectator at this party… Especially when I found myself on the tail of a young leopard or two…
So, did the great red nosed hunter catch his prey?
Now that I’ve caught myself a leopard, what next?
With the right camouflage it was even too easy….
I’m not sure that her smile can match mine!
Breaking the world kayak speed record, I paddled ashore to take a closer look at the festivities….
All the colours of the rainbow…
Rainbows to the right…
Suddenly I’m an enthusiastic lepidopterist.
Butterflies to the left….
I’m tickled pink…
Feathers everywhere else…
Smile for the cameraman?
All to the accompaniment of festive music…
I have no words…. I’ll let the camera do the talking…
and wow… the dance…
That’s enough for today…. Understandably I’m suffering sensory overload and my camera battery needs a recharge…
Here be dragons!
OK, it’s official.
The web site is up and yachtsmen can now register for this years Nereid’s Rally, sailing from both Trinidad and Tobago on to Guyana and French Guiana.
Why is it called the Nereid Rally?
Because what better way to dispel the myths of sailing south from the Caribbean than to host a mythical themed event?
And Dave’s Rally was given the thumbs down… 😉