From Garum to Cetara, Italy - Los Angeles Travel Photographer

It didnโ€™t take my new-found sister Kathy too long to figure out that I have a passion for food and unquenchable curiosity on all peculiar/interesting/strange food. Thanks to her introduction, I now am a newsletter subscriber of Gastro Obscura.

One day, I was reading about
garum, an ancient recipe for fermented fish sauce that became popular with the Romans. As I wondered how we couldโ€™ve missed the former Roman garum factory in central Lisbon in Portugal, my mind was already flying to a fishing town of Cetara on the Amalfi Coast of Italy, a town thatโ€™s famous for its Colatura di Alici di Cetara, an anchovy fish sauce thatโ€™s believed to be the noble descendant of the Roman garum.

The most memorable of the visit came down to the men of the town. Yes, the elderly men that you see frequently lounging in piazzas of Italy, especially around sunset time.

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In all fairness, the food there was extremely delizioso. Nothing beats freshly caught seafood thatโ€™s unloaded off the port just minutes earlier, even without the umami imparted from the well-known fish sauce.

Itโ€™s not that the children frolicking on the beach were not genuinely cute. If you know me, you know I love it when children are like children (see my posts โ€œ
Children are Shed Special Lightโ€ and โ€œBoys will be Boysโ€ฆโ€).

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A huge roaring commotion broke out when we were enjoying the view of the dog, the kids and the beach. Our first instinct took our eyes away and redirected to a group of above-mentioned men standing up to leave a table piled with cards on the top. It seemed that there was a disagreement and the only way to protest is to leave the game.

We then refocused and remembered why we were there. We strolled around the town, passed by the vibrant fruits and vegetables displayed on the stands of the little mercato, marveled at the architecture perched on the cliff of the mountain, and paused to give credits to the jubilant girls that occasionally ran across my view finder.

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When we made our rounds, the same group of men were sitting by the same table, playing cards, as if nothing ever happened earlier. At that point, I learned something from these Italian men. Life is a serious business. And yet, lifeโ€™s too short to be serious for too long. :D

Italian men belong to a league of their own. I am pretty confident that this will not be the last time I write about them.

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A Ptarmigan and I - Los Angeles Travel Photographer

Meeting a winter Ptarmigan was on my wish list. But itโ€™s not an easy wish to fulfill.

One, their white plumage again the vast white expanse of the Arctic terra makes it difficult to spot them. Two, they are skittish, which may have given them the name โ€œsnow chickenโ€ in the US.

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It was another two-hour trip on the komatiq early morning. The polar bear mom had been pushing her way cautiously towards the Hudson Bay, protecting the vulnerable cub from the wild gray wolves. The previous afternoon, we got a glimpse of the mom-and-cub duo where they had hunched down for the day.

The tracks of them in the morning led us to the edge of the Hudson Bay, where the water was frozen on the surface. We searched up and down and there was no polar bear in sight. We were happy that they made it safely into the water. From there, they launched their seal-hunting journey on sea ice. At the same time, I was sad to have missed the opportunity to see them off.

But, staying focused was never supposed to be my specialty (see
my life (horror) stories to get a hint :-)). Soon, a flock of ptarmigans appeared in front of us. While the white birds couldnโ€™t run fast enough behind the willow trees for cover, I couldnโ€™t believe my eyes when one was instead running towards us. In fact, it felt like she was running towards me.

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The beautiful bird stopped in front of our komatiq. The time froze.

It felt like thereโ€™s only she and I in this world. She stayed there, changing poses as I pressed my shutter, as if sheโ€™s my model of the day. Face the sunโ€ฆ Great. Step forward pleaseโ€ฆ Awesome. Now, look at meโ€ฆ Bingo!

Once Iโ€™ve got my fill for wildlife photography, she turned around and went to join her group.

I donโ€™t know since when my lucky streak started with wildlife. Maybe a little dog on the street of La Manzanilla in Mexico that ran into my arms was a hint? Maybe it started when a little girl that Iโ€™d never met before gave me a hug in Little Tokyo, Los Angeles many years ago? I donโ€™t know. I always think animals and children are the most intuitive. To be allowed in their space is a great honor.

Do you want to hear/read/see more of my stories with the animals/wildlife I meet on my travels? Some are really WILD. :D

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Girl Extraordinaire in Canada - Los Angeles Travel Photographer

When we arrived at the lodge in the remote Kaska Coast of Canada, a young girl came out in vibrant red to welcome us. Who knew, we would be seeing her everywhere in the next 10 days.

Sheโ€™d be on the back of skidoo before sunrise, leading the caravan of komatiq (in cree language, sled designed to travel on snow and ice) in negative 50 degrees.

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Sheโ€™d be there helping teach us how to start a fire (wilderness survival 101) with no match.

At the end of the day, when we barely made our way to our room (those in the subtropical/tropical weather wonโ€™t understand how much time it takes to take off your clothes :-) ), sheโ€™d already changed and was ready to pour wine and serve dinner when we arrived in the dining room.

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Iโ€™ve never based my life choices on my gender. But this girl impressed me by the amount of talent and energy such a slender figure can hold. The best that I could do was to focus on what I was familiar with, that is to photograph, while trying to survive the harsh environment.

She said sheโ€™s our lodge manager. I think sheโ€™s a girl extraordinaire. Her name is Bella.

Letโ€™s celebrate the talented girls/women in this world every day. Only when all talents in this world are tapped will we as human race reach our full potential.

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