A Vincent Mounier Photography Blog

Slingshot to Kruger, Part 10 - The Man Who Loved Milk
September 21, 2013
Up early in Skukuza, we packed up the Landcruiser and brewed coffee for the road, wondering whether we should go for one last morning drive, but there would have been no way to justify a breakdown anywhere else than on the road home. Our last animal sighting was a family of warthogs hanging out by a stop sign. "That way to civilization," they seemed to be saying, "Do come and visit us again soon. Oink." Goodbye Kruger We drove a few kilometers to the Paul Kruger Gate a...
About the Upcoming VMP Fine Art Print Shop
September 11, 2013
The Print Shop, version 2.0, is in the final stages of its rebirth. It will be hosted - and orchestrated - by the fine folks over at SmugMug, but integrated into my main site Vincent Mounier Photography (VMP) for a seamless experience. Some of you have been requesting a way to purchase prints of images posted on Coriolistic Anachronisms or the main site,  and the shop will allow just that. A variety of print sizes, photo finishes, framing and mounting options will be av...
66 Square feet: A Delicious Life - By Marie Viljoen
September 7, 2013
Today was a big day for Marie whose first book has just been published by Stewart, Tabori and Chang, an imprint of Abrams. A launch had been organized at our neighborhood bookstore, Book Court on Court Street, a very appropriate vector considering the local essence of 66 Square Feet: A Delicious Life. The real thing! Sorry about the red line, it's on my raw file too, might be the register's barcode scanner... Through the mingling and wine pouring and delicious snacks a...
Slingshot to Kruger, Part 9 - False Alarm on the Exit Road to Skukuza
August 31, 2013
Author's note: I wrote this post over the course of a week and pretty much let my fingers and distraction do the writing without really focusing on a goal. When I began editing, however, I realized I had drifted completely off course in a sort of self-indulging monologue. I considered pruning the story heavily but ended up keeping it as-is. The reason is simple: while my train of thoughts doesn't really have anything to do with the Kruger in what follows, it actu...
Slingshot to Kruger, Part 8 - The Hunters and the Hunted
August 19, 2013
While Satara lacked the soft song of a river and the hippo grunts that had faded away to the north, evenings in camp were quite enjoyable. Our rondavel circle was visited by a wide variety of exotic birds in late afternoon and when the night closed in, we sat in our camping chairs and watched the ring of fire come alive. Most people braaied with dry wood and their flames systematically rose higher than ours since we used hardwood charcoal. We joked about it while our ri...
Macro-pped
August 18, 2013
The last few installments of Slingshot to Kruger are brewing, their publication somehow slowed by the many imponderables of life. Despair not, they will happen. In the meantime, in search of easy distraction, I have revamped my macro setup and improved the props. My latest addition is the simplest of them all, the famous Pringles box as a flash re-director. Here is what the rather silly apparatus looks like. Canon 7D and grip, Kinko 1.4x tele-converter,  good old Canon ...
Slingshot to Kruger, Part 7 - In Lion Country
August 10, 2013
Olifants was revisited with intimate pleasure. Our new rondavel had an even better view than the previous. Hippos were on station down below, loud and comical. Birds and mongooses were also on cue. We managed to change our following booking from Letaba to Satara where we would now stay three days. Then we drove around, came back and braaied our dinner by candlelight and river music, and slept like babies. Sunset over the Kruger Park In the morning, we packed up with re...
New York Skyline, a Maritime View
August 6, 2013
Water, however murky, is ever-present in New York City. I guess things could be much worse. Out for a cruise aboard the Hornblower Hybrid recently, I made the best of stormy weather and shot the city from a maritime point of view, the Big Apple's urban assault dampened by much water and beautiful shimmering lights. Unfortunately, the city hum and incessant horns and sirens had been horribly replaced by on-board disco. It fascinates me that a sightseeing cruise would not...
Latest WordPress Update Cripples the Blog - Fixed!
UPDATE: I have now fixed all these issues and things should be back to normal. UPDATE: The slideshows now work, but in two separate sections for each post. The images within the text are in one slideshow, thumbnails in a grid at the bottom are in another. That's just for now. The latest WordPress update to version 3.6 has rightfully implemented support for jQuery 1.10 but by doing so, crippled many plugins which used a jQuery version checking syntax that seemed to only...
Slingshot to Kruger, Part 6 - Predominant Mopane Syndrome
July 29, 2013
In the morning, the hyenas were gone and I wondered if I had dreamt their presence. Departing from Balule, we concluded that the life of a camp keeper can be rough and left the grumpy guard a tip. He lit up like a child, receiving the gift with both hands the customary way. It would appear this was a rare occurrence for him. We had yet to visit Tsendze, where we would be reminded of the virtues of hospitality. But not everyone is a born host. The drive north wound th...
Invisible light - Part 2
July 27, 2013
2013 note: This entry was originally published exactly six years ago - July 27, 2007. This is an anniversary reprint. On that date, lightning struck and the greatest wheels were set in motion. Time stood still for only an instant and then leaped forward. The comments left referred to this post about HDR photography. History in the making. This time it was only midnight. I walked towards False Creek and the bridges to go record some invisible colors. Somebody was sleepi...
Slingshot to Kruger, Part 5 - Interview with the Hyena
July 21, 2013
Wintertime mornings are chilly in the Kruger Park, and when up before dawn, a sweater or fleece are welcome. Shivering a bit in the dark rondavel, I dressed up enough to feel cozy and brewed coffee on the outside hot-plate while birds added their solos to the river tune. Our next camp, Balule, was only a half-hour away and we had decided to go for an early drive before packing up and moving on from Olifants. One of the park maps we carried along showed a little star som...