Posts tagged ‘photography’


Well, thanks to Hensley, I was introduced to a little thing called Hash House Harriers. He was very tight-lipped about it, treating the activity as if it was some secret cult. I knew it involved running, following some sort of marked trail, and drinking. Those happen to be three things I enjoy doing, so my curiosity was piqued. The first run — or Hash, as it is called — I went to in the beginning of September, but I never brought my camera until several weeks later. The Okinawa Hash House Harriers are apparently typical of all Hash House Harrier groups all over the world; they are a strange and eclectic mix of people. The rules are very arbitrary and strict, and the pre- and after festivities are steeped in tradition but must look silly to whoever passes by, or someone who attends for the first time.
The essence of the weekly events are the actual trail, where a ‘Hare’ lays a set of markings with chalk or what appears to be ground-up newspaper (“chad”), and the rest of the group starts off later to follow the trail. There is really no winner, even in the rare instance when someone catches the Hare, and the first person to finish, along with the last person, has to drink for their transgression. That’s about all I can say about it; I might have already said too much. These photos are of one such Hash, but they can only tell a small part of the story.



A worn running shoe, and the ‘hash’ or ‘chad’ to mark a trail


Hydrating myself with the beverage of choice before the Hash begins


The van used for Hashing, owned by the group, which appears to have been passed down since long ago


You write your name (or nickname — “Hash name”) in chalk at the finish


Where the festivities were conducted after this particular Hash, near a waterfall


The grand master of this group, hitting an offender in the face with fruit punch, in lieu of a beer


Two individuals getting doused on the occasion of their last Hash



Singing one of the many songs I have not been able to memorize yet. Typically well-known tunes with the lyrics replaced by questionable verses


I have had some opportunities to sample the local cuisine, but have never really shared anything on that topic. While sharing much in common with Japanese food, Okinawa still has its own distinct food culture, influenced by not only its tropical island climate and location, but outside influences from other Asian countries, and even from the American presence that has been here since the Second World War.
Seafood is, of course, heavily represented in the Okinawan dishes. Even sushi that is just so-so here is twice as good as the good sushi in America. From the Hispanic Americans came the now classic Okinawan meal called “Taco Rice”. Essentially, just think of everything that goes into a taco shell, except put it on a bed of white rice. Try eating that with chopsticks, it’s not easy.
While I do not have pictures of the delicious sushi or the Mexican-Asian remix of taco rice, I have found a couple that I have taken over the preceding months:


A sort of BLT, but with fatty pork cut extra thick. I actually feel fatter just looking at it.


Stanley consuming the above sandwich, at Daisy’s Cafe at Araha Beach.


A meal of a whole cooked fish, before….


….and after.



Barnes eating what I think is Squid-on-a-stick.


And Wynn from the Cobra Flightline, eating regular American processed food.

Work Randomness #4


Two Cobras and a Super Stallion


Thanks Gunny. Not everybody loves the camera


I felt like a wildlife photographer taking this picture through the bushes, of a helicopter in the ‘wild’


Portrait of Russell showing off his close-cropped moustache


The AMO showing up for the morning maintenance meeting


FOD walk, while the sun was still low in the sky


After a rain shower


I liked the conflicting angles of this view toward the tail


Rotorheads appearing through the wavy heat rising up from the curve in the flightline

Self-Portrait project


Staring into the past


Once you put it on, does it really ever come off?


Are medals made of cloth and brass, or are built from the actions it resulted from


Fonder memories


Squadron patches


I’itoi, the Native American ‘Man in the Maze’. Spontaneous choices lead to meaningful tattoos


We can’t wait to take the uniform off, but after our duty is finished we yearn to put it back on


Countless hours spent flying and sweating in that helmet


Wonder what’s next


Sentimental Armor


Well-worn chevrons


Hung up for good, or waiting for me to put it back on


Lone warrior


Revocation of Flight Orders

Shisa, the Guardian ‘Lion-Dogs’

The Shisa is a staple of Okinawan culture and even more prevalent when considering their architecture. It seems as if nearly every building on the island has two Shisa statues at the entrance, gate, or roof.
A Shisa is a cross between a lion and a dog, and the designs of them are distinctly East Asian. The origin of the symbol came from China hundreds of years ago. The twin Shisa dogs are believed to protect the building from evil spirits. One Shisa is male, and the other; female. Typically, the two Shisa are distinct by their mouths. I cannot remember which gender is which, but one’s mouth is open to scare away the evil spirits, while the other’s is closed to keep good fortune from leaving.


Shisa at near the aquarium park


At Shuri Castle.(Is that a soccer ball under his paw?)


A Shisa fountain near Kokusai Street


Two, seen at night, in a store window


One I previously displayed, at Shuri Castle

Naha’s Nighttime Landscape

These photos are from earlier in August, when a group of us went to Kokusai street in Naha for a festival. I had too many pictures to include, especially the ones I captured on our way back to the monorail station after the sun had set. Since I started getting into photography seriously, I have been intrigued by night photos, and particularly those taken with natural night lighting and no camera flash. These are somewhat random, there is no theme. I just like the mood and contrast of colors and artificial light of a city at night.

Inside a cafe, with the fading daylight

Canal and monorail track

Lanterns in front of a restaurant

The long walk back

One of the thousands of brightly illuminated drink machines

Ascending the escalator

Side street

Sharing a smoke

Monorail arrives

Finding the van in a parking garage

Red Riding Hood Redemption

Bird of Prey rehab


Piercing stare


Crib for a Hawk


An intelligent Raven’s playthings; not unlike a child’s


Food preparation


Mending injured talons

The Gray Wolves


Thumper watching over his pack


Cochise, the Omega male, the runt of the litter. His softer nature is visible on his face


Social creatures, second only to humans


During my presentation, I came to call this photo “Thumper, the kind of man who once tried to give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to a dying Wolf








Flying Pictures

We have not been doing much flying, so I’ll put some photos up from several weeks before.

The Kerama Islands


Inside the cockpit

Rocky outcroppings

Small island settlements

Botanical Gardens

The whole island is a botanical garden, you might think, but the huge footprint of urban and suburban development dominates a large portion of the landscape. The Southeast Botanical Gardens provides a secluded habitat for flora from Okinawa and the rest of the Pacific.
We set out earlier in the morning, but even then, the humidity at the gardens was sweltering. I took an idea from the local Okinawans and walked around with a small towel around my neck to dab the frequent sweat that trickled down my forehead. The air was fresh and the whole scene was green with a lively saturation to it. Near an arching bridge, we stopped to buy fish food and throw the pellets in the pond. Ravenous Coy fish quickly appeared to devour every last bit of food. The final area we went through was a pond completely covered with water-resistant lillies, with long stalks and funny looking brown bulbs on top.

The entrance

Rows of palm trees

Just a purple flower, couldn’t tell you the name

Looking up

Feeding the local fish

Bridge underside

Lilly-covered pond

Taking a break in the shade

Return to ‘Secret Beach’ on Ikei Island

Several weeks prior I described how we found this somewhat isolated beach on Ikei Island, a small island connected to Okinawa by a bridge. Now ┬áthat we knew where it was, several of the guys from Flightline and I we prepared and packed up our snorkeling gear. The last time I was here, it was late in the evening during the fading sunlight. We left early and it afforded us ample opportunity to explore the underwater landscape stretching out from the rocky beach. Past thick seaweed fields were 10 to 20 foot deep coral environments, brimming with fish. Stanley and Medlicott didn’t come out of the water for about 3 hours straight, they were so involved in trying to catch fish with their spearguns. Stanley actually caught several colorful fish, his first and only other catch was months ago. Russell laid on the beach the entire time and despite my warnings, put only tanning oil on his lighter skin. We all laughed when his thighs looked like a lobster the next day at work.


View of the beach once you make your way through the jungle path


Walking to a spot to drop our gear


Thick tropical growth that hides the beach


Clinger searches for unique shells, (note the extremely short tan Navy diver shorts)


Hermit Crab


Stanley cleaning and gutting his catch of the day


The vibrantly colored fish that met the wrong end of the speargun

The Bullfights of Uruma

Ah, getting back to my Spanish heritage with bullfights. Medlicott and I had heard or read about the bullfights and decided to see what the spectacle had to offer. We picked up a couple of our guys and went north along the Pacific side to Uruma city, where the bull ring lies. This was no Spanish-esque bullfight though. No matadors here. Bullfighting on Okinawa literally means bulls dueling each other. This is still PG rated for the kids, though, since it’s more of a shoving match for dominance. The bulls horns are dulled and they do not charge at their competition, they simply lock horns and push against the other with their heads until one gives up. The winning bovine is presented with an extra large bottle of Orion beer (like champagne at a race). Each bull is supported by a team, that is best thought of as a pit crew is to a race car; they all wear matching clothes and tend to the animal like one would a race-prepared vehicle.
I enjoyed it, despite the fact that during two of the three matched we caught, no fight occurred when the second bull chickened out shortly upon entering the ring. I also like the experience of being some of the very few Americans there. I appreciate immersing myself in what the locals do.

Wolf and McClernon looking out-of-place in the bull waiting area

Tending to the horns

I wish I was given this much attention by someone

The bullfighting arena — exterior

The bullfighting arena — interior

Tiered spectators

The struggle begins

‘Coaching’ his bull on

The victor


Araha Beach

Just a few short miles north of Futenma is Araha beach. It’s convenient, but the swimming area is microscopic, due to roping it off for jellyfish. And Araha beach is even closer to another base, Camp Foster, so on some occasions it can be more than half Americans, which is OK unless you want to get away from that kind of thing on the weekends, like myself and most other guys from my shop. Also, with the swimming area so small and typically crowded with children, I wonder how many people are peeing in there?
I did try this amazing Thai green curry at a local beach restaurant/bar that was nearby.

Not exactly beach weather that day

Araha beach boardwalk

Sometimes I wish I could do that

Jones was very, very proud of his fanny pack

Some sun through the clouds

From (Red) Lions to Tigers

So, the last remaining CH-46 squadron here, HMM-262, the Flying Tigers, was slated to turn into an Osprey squadron not long after our arrival, and one morning in mid-August a large gaggle of the ungainly-looking helicopters flew in. I expected the Ospreys sooner or later, but what shocked me was the squadron that the aircraft and people came from.
I quickly recognized the lion’s head emblazoned on the tail fins and the “Y Z” tail code, and written on the fuselages was VMM-363. It was kind of like a swift kick in the nuts to my psyche, seeing these aircraft I’m not very fond of with my old unit’s designation. Not that it’s the same as my 363, HMH-363, since it turned into a unit with completely different people and aircraft in a different location, but sucked nonetheless. Of course, I also received the expected jokes from some of the other more senior guys here since they knew I was a Red Lion, and I had recently put a Red Lion patch on the front of my cranial. “I didn’t know you were a V-22 guy” was probably the most common one I heard the first few days, among some others.
Of course they won’t stay as 363 and once the 262 redesignation takes place, these Ospreys will be marked as VMM-262, with all the other Flying Tigers logos and such.


Sucks to see these old aircraft go

A proper Red Lion aircraft (January 2011, ‘Lava Viper’ at PTA, Hawaii)

Torii Beach Cookout

As the only two shops that seem to have people interested in having any fun, Airframes and Flightline, with a few others included, got together and had a little barbecue party at the Army-owned Torii beach.
What’s not to love about burgers, volleyball, and beer, all within mere yards of the ocean and a short swim away from areas to snorkel at. The many sets of volleyball were of course complete with the usual shit-talking and minor sports injuries. The funniest part is when everyone starts to lose count of the points and I realize I hear the same score three times in a row after points were scored, or one team mysteriously loses or gains several.
The sky threatened rain for most of the day, but fortunately it cleared up somewhat to offer an unrestricted view of the rich sunset.

Miller Lite should really pay me for this

Demonstrating the Japanese pose for photos

Game on

Chad Jones down

Hensley, Clinger, and Burroughs taking midday naps

Going for the spike

Sunset water play



For once, I’m not the only one taking pictures


First Flight

Long delayed (it has been 2 months, not going to get into details) our squadrons first CH-53E flight occurred. I could only help out testing the planes from the ground so this was my first taste of soaring past the island from above. Only a couple photographs were taken since I was preoccupied with getting ‘back in the saddle’ as far as flying was concerned. These were taken not over Okinawa itself, but near one of the small outlying islands.




10,000 Eisa Dancers Festival in Naha

Despite my title for this entry, there are no pictures of dancers nor did we see any. Our intention was to see them, anyway.

Every year in August, 10,000 dancers march down Kokusai street in the capitol city of Naha performing the traditional Okinawan dance known as Eisa. We missed the first half since instead of parking and walking to Kokusai street, we parked farther away just so we could get the ‘experience’ of riding the monorail in Naha. Once we entered the crowded foot traffic on Kokusai street, it was seemingly intermission, so we decided to eat and have a beer. At some point during our meal, the rest of the dancers entertained onlookers while my group obliviously chowed down. I think I heard some large drum beats from my seat, but I guess I found the ice cold Orion beer more interesting at the time.

Upon leaving, it was still more crowded than normal, but the parade had disappeared down the street. We decided to just do our typical wandering around as we did 6 or 7 weeks before when we toured Kokusai street the first time.

The monorail arrives (somehow Stanley always manages to make it into most of my photos)

Make sure those crab claws don’t get caught in the closing doors

Okinawa’s only monorail system

The crowded scene on Kokusai street

McClernon demonstrates why we missed the show

No more Eisa dancers

Paused in a stairwell while trying to find an interesting place

Yummm…. Okinawan style Desperado, a shot of awamori into a glass of Orion beer

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Stopped at a Mexican cafe in the area for a taco and a Corona