The Photography of Dr. Jeff Harper

I woke up at 5:00am this morning to go down to the Central World Mall where an annual gathering of 20,600 monks meditate and pray. An amazing sight.

That's a lot of monks right there in the middle of the street.

Monk patterns.

Old monks, young monks . . . all kinds of monks.

A few sleepy monks among the gathered throng(?) . . . what is the unit term for a gathering of monks? Covey? Tribe?  Gaggle?

I took a million photos of the monks . . . I was totally engrossed with the visual imagery and the spiritual power of the occasion.

It was fantastic to see the part of the city where I go all the time with my wife suddenly be completely full of Buddhist monks.

The Abbots from the many Wats (Buddhist temples) filled the front rows.

An advertisement for what one might do with one's consciousness while "out of the blue and into the black."

One can overlay many layers of meaning onto this gathering of monks. The story I like is that this is a drawing of the spiritual battle lines between a personal and private project to obtain a clear and unattached consciousness versus the crazy desire to have ever more material objects as a symbol of the delusion of meaningfulness.

I cannot imagine a better part of town to throw down a karmic antidote.

Not everyone is driven by obsessive material attachment: there were many, many pilgrims present to give alms.

The devotees left many donations to defray the cost of today's big ceremony. 

The 20,600 monks faced the 100,00+ devotees, here to give alms.

The occasion is not just a gathering of monks, it is also an opportunity to give the traditional morning alms to the monks, but this time in mass.

Families had come very early in the morning to find a place in the alms lines.

Monks walking among the gathered followers . . . a beautiful sight.

After the morning chant, the monks proceed down the stripped walk to receive alms from the gathered devotees.

The monks eventually take their place in front of a family who offers food, candles, and incense.

The monks marched down one side to the end, then cam back to other side . . . in a fantastic movement of crisscrossing orange among white.

Serious, austere monks among the alms givers.

The monks walked under the pedestrian bridge I was on and then down the street where thousands more alms givers waited.

The city center had been made over in white, red and orange.  Great spirit.

There were monks everywhere in the side streets and in front of the buildings that surrounded the main ceremony.

It was a photographers dream . . . . I could not resist these reflected monks!

Reflected monks were  Everywhere!

An old monk taking care of business in the red chairs.

When the last alms had been given, the gathered crowd participated in picking up the cloths and ceremonial accouterments.

Everyone pitched in to clear the streets.

While the road was being cleared, monks and pilgrims mingled on the street.

This kind old monk gave me an Buddhist amulet.

The alms were bagged and trucked to various Buddhist temples, there was more than each monk could carry.

I met several big time professional photographers while taking photos on the pedestrian bridge; this is Tony B from New York City.  The event attracted photographers from all over the world.