Opening events with pomp and ceremony are part of the role you play as the President of French Polynesia.
You arrive as the President: the Country’s major VIP. You and your entourage are welcomed. The traditional greetings continue as you are escorted along the route to the stage, where you will say a few words. No one wants long speeches.
A bit like the shock of the unknown in a ghost train, serious women in bright clothing spring out in front of you. They chant and sing. A man throws baby powder into the air.
It’s all too much. You try to suppress your amusement. Your shoulders start to shake. You give up and burst into laughter, singing along with the women.
You recompose yourself in time to cut the tape of tiare flowers.
This is a happy occasion and everyone is relaxed.
The event from the 3rd to 6th May in the Place To’ata, Papeete, Tahiti is the:
As you look through your lens this week, pay attention to lines.
The word Lines holds so many meanings. It even evokes memories from my schooling so long ago.
Write twenty lines said the French school teacher. “The capital of France is Paris not the School Rugby pitch”. And stop looking out of the window.
Now, if the French teacher had said “You will need to learn French because one day you will live on a yacht in French Polynesia” my attention would have snapped back to the classroom, in an instant. My French never did improve.
So here I am attached to a mooring buoy looking through my camera lens at lines.
Lines are everywhere on yachts. Something has to hold the mast up. It’s known as the rigging.
Using a line, you can drop the hook or pick up a mooring ball in exotic locations and be at one with nature.
Colour changes depict the depth contour lines in the lagoon.
And then there’s the line of breaking surf over the reef.
Natural lines. Where sea meets sand, coconut trees, sky and clouds.
The clouds form lines.
Note the rugged outline of the island terrain forming lines in the sky.