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Going Local # 3 Nanny Knows Best

March 25th, 2013

By the third go of our food project we had run out of local joints to try. The streets are lined with coffee shops of all sorts, but we were not feeling brave enough to just pop into one, not only on the 3rd try anyway. As we drove the nanny home after work that day, she must have heard us debating on where to eat for our project. We didn’t explain the whole thing to her, but she could see that we were un decisive and perked up with “there is a Turkish coffee shop that serves great food near my house.” Although I would like to believe she was being helpful, I think she was trying to get us to stop our moaning deliberation as we still had another 10 minutes left in the drive, and it must have been annoying. We quickly settled on the Turkish coffee shop across the street from the Nanny’s flat. After all, she is Sri Lankan and knows good food!

Turkish Food, shot by professional travel and food photographers, Yellow Street Photos.

Turkish Food in Oman

When we dropped her off we headed straight there. Sitting on one of the plastic patio sets in the front of the restaurant was a father and his 2 sons, and another family member. They were the owners and jumped up to grab a menu as soon as we walked up. They looked a bit shocked and asked “you want to eat?” I guess they don’t get a lot of brave westerners into their little side street coffee shop, but we had a recommendation. “I heard it’s the best Turkish in town,” I said. He smiled uncontrollably and handed us the menus; that’s when he introduced himself as the owner and then introduced his sons to us. I love the fact that mom and pop shops still exist in the Middle East. I love the fact that with mom and pop shops you never know what you are going to get, and even common foods which can be found anywhere, are made uniquely by that restaurant. We wanted to get a variety so we ordered the following, 1 mixed grill (known in the Middle East as a variety of bbqed chicken and meat, and usually served with bread, humus and salad) and two manakishs, one with labaneh and thyme and the other with labaneh and olives. Manakish is circular, freshly baked bread, usually topped with labeneh, which is similar to cream cheese, but lighter, and followed by a light topping, for example olives or thyme. Many people refer to it as Arabic Pizza, but I think that is only an association because of it’s shape. It is truly it’s own dish, and it is truly made differently at every shop. Although many countries claim it as their own, it can be found at most Lebanese and Turkish restaurants and coffee shops.

The family disappeared in the back of the kitchen quickly and we sat down at one of the plastic tables, watching the cars drive past the little side street. Our stomachs were growling by the time they returned with feast in hand. In minutes our empty table was overflowing with warm, full plates. It was immediately apparent that we had ordered way too much food, but we are always up for a good challenge.

Food Photography by Yellow Street Photos

Turkish Food in Oman

The family sat back down in their seats and went back to their tea, and we tried to hold back from devouring the table so that we could get a few nice shots. Restaurants with outside seating are best for shooting, particularly those in open shade, so that you have a diffused light situation. However, I don’t think the bright blue table cover complemented the food, but that is the beautiful thing about shooting street food, it’s raw and you have to rely on compositions and on the spot solutions to improving the outcome of the picture. You also have to refrain from eating the food before you’ve finished shooting, which I had to stop Sky from doing several times. The Turkish family suddenly became very interested, they looked and giggled and chatted in Turkish, surely talking about what nuts we were letting our food get cold for 30 minutes while we took pictures.

Slightly happy with the images but more just plain hungry, we set the camera down, and started eating. The mix grill was a perfect bbq combination, each meat having it’s own flavor. I always tend to make mini burritos out of the food, rip off a piece of the thin Arabic bread, spread some hummus, then a little salad and top with chicken and a little no name hot sauce of the table, wrap up and enjoy. That’s the LA girl in me! The Manakish was equally delicious, and I am sure it would have been even more satisfying had it been warm, I could see why the family was “tisk tisking” us, they knew that Manakish must be eaten fresh out of the oven. No wonder they were so proud, they cook good food and put their love into it!

This was a great find thanks to our nanny, we will have to ask her what her favorite Sri Lankan restaurant is… if we can brave the spice.

 

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The Rungus People…and the rum.

March 25th, 2013

While dismantling my old blog, I found this story from our honeymoon trip across Malaysia from 2009. Since I was taking down my other blog, I thought it could use a new home. So here is a random story of a day on our trip. (pictures are random Malaysia pics)

Travel Photography by Yellow Street Photos

Malaysia Travels

Our adventure started with us reluctantly renting a car. I say reluctantly because 2 days earlier we had returned to Kota Kinabalu having driven straight back from the east coast 6 hours in a 600cc car, after offering a ride to a German couple….and ALL their bags. Two Americans, Two Germans and an obscene amount of bagage should not be able to fit in this car, but it did, and we drove over Mt. Kinabalu in 1st and 2nd gear all the way back. The German couple were seriously nice, so it was worth it. So, back again to rent the cheapest car on the lot, and they gave us the same one. Then off to the store for provisions. I stood at the store for 30 minutes choosing a pb&j…should I go with Goober, the only American brand, or should I go with something Malaysian which is most likely going to be nasty? The goober says “America’s Favourite!” right on the jar.  I thought to myself, “If that was an American opinion, favorite would be spelled right.” So goober it was, and raisin bread, plus a bottle of rum per Skyler’s request. Then we were off.

It was a 3 hour drive, but we managed to find it alright…and boy was it secluded. The Rungus people are one of the something like 34 tribes in Sabah. They have their own language, food and clothes, and that is what we expected to see. Unfortunately they no longer walk around in their tribal clothes, and instead they just wear dirty old clothes which is not very interesting or photographic. They showed us to our room and told us that there was another couple visiting them too, from New Zealand. The house that they live in is the most interesting thing about these people. Their house is called a “longhouse” and it is called that because it is literally a really long house. It is made of logs and bamboo, no windows, no screens, just sticks. It is pretty much just a really long porch with a series of about 10 rooms in a row. When a father and mother had a house long ago, and a son got married, they would simply build 1 room on to the house. Each family lives in 1 room, and every time a son or grandson got married, they built on another room and soon enough, well you get the picture. So the longer your house was, the bigger your family. To this day many Rugnus families still live in these really long, wooden houses and they can be seen
all over the country side.After we took a look at our room, we were called over by the owner (grandfather) of the house who was sitting with 5 men of the house. He wanted us to have a beer with them in celebration of their newly built, outdoor eating area. We were obliged and quickly started conversation with them. 2 of the men spoke English and they translated for the others. They told us that later in the evening we could try their rice wine, and so Sky offered to give them a taste of our Rum…..what a mistake! When we pulled it from the car they all passed the bottle around staring at it like a kid on Christmas morning, they had never heard of rum. They laughed at the character on the bottle, a pirate with a parrot. Fast forward to 4 shots later and they were all asking for more, smacking their lips with the finish of every shot repeating loudly “RUM, it’s RUM.”  The worst part is that they kept forcing us to drink and we kept saying as politely as possible, “We usually don’t drink it like this,” to which they replied “Don’t you want to be my friend? We are being friendly!” We were some of their favorite visitors, I’m sure of this. They taught us how to say cheers in Rungus, and after Sky mistakenly asked about a nearby fruit tree, they told one of the grandchildren to get us a fruit from it. It was a giant, stinky type of durian. He jumped to the grandfathers request, climbing the tree like a monkey and then all of the family stood at the bottom shouting which fruit he should pick. The taste was horrible, but after the kid climbed the tree and picked just the right one, we had no choice but to eat it. Plus they kept saying, “Our traditional fruit, don’t you like our traditional fruit?” I could still have night mares about that food, which is banned in almost all hotels in Malaysia due to it’s repulsive smell that sinks into the fibers of the room. And FYI, it does not go well with shots of rum.

By dinner time, the rum was gone and the men of one Rungus longhouse were very happy. As for the dinner, another interesting and barely edible affair, we ate our small portion  with a grin on our face and excused ourselves to our rental car; Goobers never tasted so good, and it’s now this American’s favourite. haha With second dinner finished, we headed back to the  longhouse, and boy was it dark. Creeping back in, (hard to do with a house made of bamboo), we were invited to another circle with the men now sitting on one side of the porch and the women on the other. The women were talking and sleeping and the men were busy, you guessed it, drinking rice wine. “We told you there would be rice wine and my friend went to the other village to get it.” Oh no! The faulty electricity in the longhouse went out just then, further suckering us in to their now lantern lit circle, and we could only stand 3 or so rounds of rice wine….oh gosh, that was a long night in the longhouse. We finally snuck away and went back to our room, 2 foam mattresses covered with mosquito nets, but we slept on one. It was a long and uncomfortable night

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Malaysia Travels

The next day the New Zealand couple said that they needed a ride to the tip of Borneo, and although we planned 2 nights with the Rungus people, we took the out and gave them a ride. A long 50 minute ride to the tip of Borneo that made us wish we were back with the pirates of the longhouse! In that very 50 minutes we decided that we were never going to get old and grumpy, cause this older couple complained about just about everything in Malaysia in 50 minutes. We didn’t plan to see that area, but it was a pretty drive and we made it back to KK in the same day. Overall, it was not the trip that we planned and we did not really get any useable pics, but it was quiet an adventure that we will remember for a long time.

 

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Glühwein by Heather Marie Burt

March 18th, 2013
Food and Drink photography by Heather Burt of Yellow Street Photos

Glühwein by Heather Marie Burt

Inspired by a night of camping and drinking Glühwein with a German friend (thanks Angela) .

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Bread by Skyler Burt

March 18th, 2013
Food Photography by Yellow Street Photos, of Muscat, Oman

Bread by Skyler Burt

We are getting back into the studio as the weather heats up here in Muscat. Look forward to a hot summer, and lots of food photos! Yum This is the start to a series titled Bread, by Skyler.

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Going Local #2 Ugly Duckling

March 12th, 2013

Day 1 was an eventful meal that made us laugh the whole meal through. For day two we cheated by going to a place we know is good. We had heard about Arax from our co worker, who once brought us hummus during a lunch break. We watched him eat a falafel shawarma with our mouths watering. Since that day we had wanted to go try out Arax and see if the shawarma was as good as it looked, or if we were just super hungry the day we gawked at our friend’s lunch. (honestly I think he through the hummus at us so he could get a bite in without us coveting his shawarma)

Arax is also a place which is open all day long, which makes it an easy place to grab lunch during the hours of 2-6 when most everything else local is closed. I had heard that it is Lebanese, but knew little else about it. In fact when I heard the name I thought of two things, as a photographer, the camera (I think it’s Russian) called the Arax, and as a westerner, the cleaning product called Ajax. Only after googling the name, did I realize that it is a very successful Lebanese franchise with locations around the Gulf and even in Canada and the USA. It started in 1949 in Beruit and is a well known name throughout Lebanon. Locals say that it is Armenian style Lebanese food, but I have not been able to confirm it. I searched the net, getting more and more info on Arax before venturing to the little shop and sure enough they are mentioned in reviews all over the world. Even my home town of Los Angeles boasts of an Arax, with Yelp reviews for days. By the time I finished, I was super excited to add Arax to our project!

We left at our lunch break, with only an hour to spare. When we got to Arax, there was a line out the door and the tiny restaurant smelled like falafel. I LOVE falafel, it is seriously the best Middle Eastern food. But our bar for falafel is set high having lived in the Middle East for 4 years now. Falafel is small, round balls made of ground chickpeas or fava beans and then deep fried. It’s flavor can vary greatly; shops who make quick and sometimes frozen falafel taste like microwaved cardboard, but shops who put love into their falafel, made by hand daily can be divine. Furthermore, it is always served with Tahini sauce(sesame sauce)… it must be served with Tahini sauce. You wouldn’t eat a PB&J with only J and you wouldn’t eat Falafel without Tahini.

We waited for what felt like 30 minutes in the aromatic Arax line, but was probably closer to 5 to order our food. We had settled on 2 Falafel shawarmas, sharook. When ordering shawarma, if you say “one falafel shawarma please,” you will get a small sandwich, otherwise if you want a larger sandwich you would say sharook, which translates to rocket in Arabic, and generally means large. Often people gesture sharook when ordering by showing the length of their right forearm with their left hand. It’s one of those things you catch on to quickly as a tourist or expat and it just makes sense without explanation, although it sounds strange when I write it out. Our 2 sharook shawarmas came with a large portion of pickled peppers on the side, which made a perfect combination. Straight to business we started trying to arrange the food on our table so that it would look good. Sky went first, arranging this and that and poking his head up from the view finder occasionally. Finally with a sigh he says “It smells so good, but it’s just not translating in the picture.” That’s when I came up with the brilliant idea of taking a few bites out of it to make it more picturesque. It was everything the Yelp reviews had praised it for… it was really scrumptious. Warm pieces of perfectly cooked falafel in a pita bread with radishes, tomatoes, various other veggies and covered in a fabulous tahini sauce. Self control… we wanted to make nice pictures with this project. Even if they are raw street pics which can’t be perfectly planned, we have to make something nice out of them… it’s in our photographer DNA. I took the camera from him with the “let me do it,” look. After a few minutes of clicking and previewing and rearranging I blurt out, “this is the most delicious, disgusting food we have ever photographed.”

Food Photography by Yellow Street Photos, of Muscat, Oman

Arax Falafel Swarma, Sharook.

Our sharook was getting colder by the second and our images were lacking “clarity.” With every bite we took our sharook shawarmas were quickly becoming shawarmas. The food is seriously un photogenic, if only pictures could translate how delicious this shawarma is. A few minutes more and we both gave each other the “that’ll do” look and went in for the kill. That’s the brilliant thing about being a husband and wife team, we know what each other is thinking and are usually on the same page. One look is all we need to admit defeat and go for it.

Enough said, if you find yourself in Muscat (or Beruit, or Los Angeles), get yourself a falafel shawarma, sharook from Arax. It’s honestly good Middle Eastern fair, well worth it’s praise and success. And while you’re at it, take a picture to send to us at Yellow Street Photos. If it’s remarkable, we will hang it on our “wall of awe” bulletin board in shame.

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PHOTO OF THE DAY: Castaic California

February 26th, 2013

Another photo resurrected from Tartaros (the pit that is our hard drive). A few years ago I visited the home Heather grew up in. Her family still lives there. A small group of houses on a plot of land in the Los Angeles National Forest.  It used to be a popular filming spot for all those great western flicks back in the day.

The wild west on a foggy day

The wild west on a foggy day | Travel Photography by Skyler Burt Yellow Street Photos

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Going Local #1: A project of Omani food culture & spontaneous food photography

February 26th, 2013

In my experience there are two types of expats, those who embrace their adoptive culture with open arms, and those who fall into a routine of looking for the “ordinary.” Ordinary usually means looking for environments most similar to your home country, and those two types of expats are usually the same people, but at different stages of their relationship with said new culture. Sky and I are in a 4 year long relationship with Oman. During our first year we were madly in love, head over heels with the culture and all things Arab. The last couple of years have been less love and more work, less exploring and more avoiding, I might even go as far as to say that we are in a relationship funk with Oman. The last few months I can start to see us falling into a wallowing state of negativeness. It’s a very bad place to be. Like relationships which are well worn in, it’s much easier to immediately point out the things that annoy you, rather than those that you admire. Our relationship with our pseudo home is in need of therapy, and we are at the stage that we are ready to admit it! My husband and I deliberated for a while on how we could get that old spark back, and fall in love with Arabia all over again. Reminiscing is a great way to remember what you love… camels, Oud (sort of), national dress, the forts and castles which are architectural time capsules telling of empires rises and falls, food….. we both settled on food. What I love most about Arabic food is Arabic food culture. From afar Oman may seem to be a monoculture society, but they are far from it. Oman has a rich history and their costal location is the cause for their foods fusion elements. “Omani food” is much more of a blend of Indian, Pakistani, Lebanese, Turkish, Zanzibari, and what I will call “general Gulf food,” meaning it can be found all over the gulf. As far as the eating culture, Arabs generally won’t eat dinner until the sun is down. In fact, in older times before Air Conditioning made the mid day climate bare able, everyone would go home from about 1 in the afternoon until the sun went down. This effected the restaurants and shops as well. Nowadays, the people are up and about during those afternoon hours, but the majority of the local food spots are closed from roughly about 2:00- 6:00. In Muscat, there are a plethora of western choices for us westerners and hungry locals to huddle in during the afternoon hours, however outside of Muscat, you’ll be searching pretty hard to find an afternoon bite. What I really love about Arabic food culture is seeing quiet streets transform in the evening into lively rows of “coffee shops,” filled with men eating swarma, smoking shisha and talking for days. Traditionally, eating at coffee shops was for men only, a place for them to gather in the evenings and talk about the day. However, restaurants which are less fast food and more “sit down”  type places, often have a family room; a place where men could take their wives and children and enjoy dinner together. As Muscat pushes forward however, you will start to spot groups of brave, abaya clad ladies out for an evening of food and conversation.

During our conversation about food we both mention that we like the rawness of shooting food on location. Just raw, on the table shooting. During our recent trip to Zanzibar we shot a far deal of editorial style, on location, food images. As travel photographers, we love to shoot outside the studio because you never know what you’re going to get. A couple of days later our food conversation was brought back up while driving the nanny home after work. As we drive past the rows and rows of coffee shops all setting out their plastic chairs and tissue boxes, I spot a Yemeni Restaurant. “All the students rave about Yemeni food… there are a billion restaurants in this city and we only ever eat from a few… mostly western. What if we ate at a new local joint once a week until we explored all the flavors of the street food scene?” Sky lit up instantly and we started laying out guidelines. “It has to be a truly local joint, we have to eat local at least once a week, we will have to photograph each meal to document our adventure.” Although we both fussed with the idea of eating food out so much, we admitted shortly after that we do it 5 of the 7 days a week any way. It’s not something we are proud of, but both being full time lecturers at the college, running our travel photography company, Yellow Street Photos, and taking care of our 2 year old daughter… well you get the picture. By the time we reached the nanny’s apartment block, our project was laid out.

Professional Food photography done on location by Heather and Skyler Burt of Yellow Street Photos.

The “Ferrari” | Omani Street Food by Yellow Street Photos

Day 1. We’ll take 1 Ferrari Please!

It took us a few days to get started, because we wanted to finish the food in the fridge… but mostly because we were being indolent. We decide to dive into day 1 with a comical joint that our students and other lecturers, braver then us, have told us about. It’s a true coffee shop just off the side of a car wash and gas station. The name is written in Arabic so I can’t be sure the full title, but in English it reads “Coffee Shop.” As I said, coffee shop is a general term for a local fast food restaurant, and could be classified as street food. These coffee shops rarely serve coffee and when they do, it’s an uninspiring cup of nescafe. We got to Coffee Shop at 5 o’clock, and the light was great for photos. They have a large outdoor seating area (no indoor seating) filled with plastic tables and chairs. We were the first customers of the day, and a Bangledeshi waiter ran up to our table with enthusiasm. For a city with such a huge western expat population, few frequent the local street food scene. With a big smile on his face, he asks what we would like. “Could we look at a menu.” “No menu, but Ill tell you what we have.” After that sentence he spoke for about 5 minutes straight in what we think was English. Half a dozen other waiters were running around the outside patio area finishing up the set up rituals, and getting closer to get a listen and a giggle out of their colleague’s English abilities. We couldn’t stop laughing at the food names, and I was trying hard not to chuckle as I could see our friendly waiter starting to feel a bit self conscious, unaware of what we were laughing at. With food names like Lamborghini, (pronounced lamb bore genie), Hummer, and Nissan Z. (pronounced Nissan “Zed,” the Brits have had their long influence on the region, but not on our waiter who pronounced it Nissan Thed) Our other choices sounded like some sort of code, he machine gunned CCHO, CCEO, CCCO, and so on. At the sight of our puzzled faces he explains further, “it stands for Croissant, Cheese, Hotdog, Oman.” If you’re still puzzled, Ill explain further, the CCHO is a prepackaged croissant, jarred cheese spread, cut up pieces of hot dog, and crushed up potato chips (symbolized by an O because they’re chips Oman brand). Go ahead, marinate on it for a minute, we did.

Feeling a bit pressured we threw out some choices. “We will take 1 CCHO and 1 Lamborghini and a chicken shawarma.” He scurried off looking relieved that we didn’t ask any more questions, I’m pretty sure we exhausted his English abilities. Shawarma is a regional food that can be found all over the Gulf and has slowly made it’s way to the west. Shawarma restaurants can be spotted by their massive spits of spinning chicken, lamb or beef outside. The meat rotates vertically and is shaved off as the evening goes on. It is either served in a sandwich or on a bed of humus known as a shawarma plate, with bread on the side. While waiting for our food we look around, so many of these coffee shops look identical outside, and there are signatures which they all carry like the box of tissue at every table along with a random labeled bottle of hot sauce and ketchup. Coffee shop waiters are generally expats as well, and tend to be very talented when it comes to languages. I guess working in a very multi cultural city like Muscat forces them to be. You will be hard pressed finding locals working in a coffee shop, or any service job for that matter. By the time our food came we were famished, but first bite would show that we were not hungry enough. The Lamborghini was a sandwich made of chicken nugget bits, mystery meat, gobs of jared spreadable kraft cheese and crushed chips Oman. We both coughed so hard… “that’s hardcore,” I say to Sky. We pushed it aside feeling a bit defeated, maybe we won’t make it any further on our project afterall?? We both feel reluctant to try the CCHO; to our surprise, and shamefully, we both admit that we sorta, kinda like it. It’s like a 7 year old went through the kitchen and made a creation with what was in the cabinet, but it turned out disgustingly good. We wanted to hate CCHO just on principle, I mean crushed up potato chips are a main ingredient! but we admittedly passed it back and forth until the last bite was gone. Our daughter wouldn’t touch either, perhaps her palate is more sophisticated? The shawarma came grilled, wrapped in home made bread, and reminded me of taquitos. They were the highlight of the meal. Our poor daughter, Ciela, didn’t eat a lick, despite our convincing. What started out sketchy, ended as a surprisingly, half way delicious dinner. It was one of those meals that made us happy that we live abroad, it was an event.

On Location Food Photography by Yellow Street Photos

Chicken Shawarma | Omani Street Food By Yellow Street Photos

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PHOTO OF THE DAY: Hostile Sky

February 25th, 2013

Here is another photo from our recent travels to Zanzibar.  I saw this guy going out on his dhow boat and I thought “woah not a day to go fishing!” Maybe the fish bite better when its pouring buckets.  For us it was a good day to get off the beach and try out the bar. Something about the layers of color really make me gravitate towards this photo. As simple as it is, the photo’s colors really sum up the island. And if you haven’t made it down to the exhibit in Athaba, Muscat for our graduates only a couple of days left. It ends on the 28th of Feb. check the post below for driving directions. Our students really rocked the show and have some amazing pictures! Really something different to see in Oman. Plus you get to see some of the prints from the lecturers like this one. Hope to see you there.

Dhow boat of the coast of Zanzibar

Dhow boat of the coast of Zanzibar | Travel Photography by Skyler Burt of Yellow Street Photos

 

 

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PHOTO OF THE DAY: Jebel Akhdar, Oman

February 24th, 2013

I hoping to stick to this, I know creating or even posting 365 pictures in a year will prove to be difficult and I’ll probably miss a few days here or there. We do have a huge back log of images and it’s constantly getting bigger so I thought what better motivation will I have to kick myself in the ass and get them done. So here it is, day 1, numero uno! Tartaros in mythology is a deep, dark and endless abyss, which is what I named the hard drive we have for our photos. I pulled this photo out of the pit, shined it up and made it presentable. On our last trip to Jebel Akhdar (green mountain) in the interior of Oman I took this as the sun just peaked through the clouds. I love the remote village in the bottom corner it really gives the mountain backdrop scale. Jebel Akhdar is one of the only place in the Middle East that pomegranates can grow. I hope you like it and see you tomorrow… inshalah.

A travel Photo of Jebel Akhdar in the Sultanate of Oman

Jebel Akhdar in the Sultanate of Oman | Travel Photography By Skyler Burt Yellow Street Photos

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Jebel: Oman’s Landscape A Millennium in the Making.

February 23rd, 2013

Well after a year of time lapsing and shooting video around Oman, we’ve been able to put a short video together which highlights the unique landscape that makes up this coastal country. Oman’s landscape, once a shallow seabed, now reveals mountains(jebel) carved by a millennium of relentless rain water and crashing waves. In an ironic twist, Oman is now one of the driest places on earth with temperatures exceeding 50˚C. In this video we tried to show a brief example of this beautiful, yet still scarcely visited, middle eastern country. In the next year, we will be working on a much larger documentary of the jebel in Oman, which we hope will open the worlds eyes to the beauty of the Middle East. For this video we’ve been using the Dynamic Perception Stage Zero Dolly for the motion control, which I would have to say is pretty awesome. I have built (with my own hands) 3 dollies. The first two didn’t work too well but when I finally finished the 3rd dolly, I was excited! “HA! who needs to buy and expensive dolly track, I am man, I build stuff” I said in a very cartoon Neanderthal voice. I took it out to do the first test, thinking to myself that I deserve a craftsmanship award or something to that effect. I set it up and it worked, with lots of finesse and labor. I quickly realized (gave up), I need pro equipment and that is what the DP Stage Zero Dolly is. Simple and effective. Below is the video along with some stills which we hope you will enjoy. To really see the video in all it’s pixel glory view in HD and Fullscreen.

Sunset over Jebel Shams, Oman Yellow Street Photos

Sunset over Jebel Shams, Oman | Travel Photography by Skyler Burt, Yellow Street Photos

Star trails form interesting lines over Jebel Shams, Oman | Travel Photography by Skyler Burt, Yellow Street Photos

Star trails form interesting lines over Jebel Shams, Oman | Travel Photography by Skyler Burt, Yellow Street Photos

Clouds forming as the sun sets above Jebel Shams, Oman

Clouds forming as the sun sets above Jebel Shams, Oman | Travel Photography by Skyler Burt, Yellow Street Photos

In the next few post I will show a tutorial on how to create the ocean time lapse mixed with the star trail time lapse you see at minute 2:29

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