Western Highland Woman Proud, fierce, and carrying their weight in valuable shells; the Highland women of Papua New Guinea can hold their own!
The grassy fields outside the Mt Hagen Showgrounds were dotted with clumps of people gathered around jars of body paint and suitcases full of precious feathers. In the Western Highlands of Papua New Guinea, the annual Mt Hagen Cultural Show was soon to start, and tribal performers from all over the neighbouring Highlands provinces – and even some from the coastal regions – were preparing their unique costumes.
I was excited!
I had attended the Paiya Village Mini Show the two days previously, and had watched a number of performers get ready for that (e.g.: Paiya Village Mini Show), but the long-standing Mt Hagen festival is much larger, and was expecting over 70 cultural groups. Several of these were in front of me, in the morning paddocks, going through the painstaking process of constructing their traditional outfits.
It was overwhelming! So many groups and so much colour!
I decided to focus first on the Western Highland women, and spend some time with them as they layered on their heavy shell necklaces, fashioned skirts out of long leaves, constructed elaborate feathered headdresses, and painted their faces in bold red, white, and blue.
In some ways it reminded me of the days when my daughter was dancing in concerts and eisteddfods: we would arrive early at some strange school auditorium or gymnasium and, grouped together with the rest of her troupe in a corner or a hallway, go through the arduous job of combing-out and hair-spraying curls, re-applying makeup, and conducting quick, between-routine costume changes.
Unlike our costumes, however, the leaves, grass, feathers, and paint these women were applying to themselves and each other represented age-old community traditions, that are today reserved for sing sings, these regular tribal gatherings of dance and song.
Join me!
Outside the Mt Hagen Show Grounds The fields outside the show grounds are a hive of activity as people prepare for their performances.
Western Highland Woman The bilum hat, traditionally made by looping or crocheting plant fibres or cotton, provides the foundation for the feathers which will be added later.
Shells We are a long way from the ocean – especially considering the jungle-clad, mountainous terrain and the absence of arterial roads. These shells have been traded for, and are considered precious.
Helping the Child I love watching the children, as their elders help them take part in age-old traditions.
Western Highland Child
Necklace Detail
Woman in Shells The smiles are infectious.
Kina Moka Shell Shields Today, these highly valued breast plates are symbolic; …
Woman and her Kina Moka Shell … traditionally, they were used for barter. Papua New Guinea money is still called kina.
Western Highland Women Getting Ready Like the women’s costumes, the building behind them is a work in progress. Change is coming slowly to these regions.
Suitcase Full of Feathers Fortunately for the birds of paradise and the rare parrots in the mountains around here, …
Preserving the Feathers … the feathers that go into the ornate headdresses are carefully looked after between sing sings.
Hands at Work
Contemplation
Blue and White Time has passed – the face painting is starting to take shape.
Fixing Feathers And, the meticulous process of building the massive headdress begins.
Building a Headdress Notice the traditional tattoos across this woman’s face.
Eye in the Mirror
Check the Mirror! I’ve said it before: if I ever get to this region again, I will bring a bag full of hand mirrors: they are a valued commodity.
Helping The day is heating up, and the start-time is drawing closer: all hands are on deck for the finishing touches.
Face Paint, Feathers, and Shells Finally! In their full traditional glory, the women gather on the field, …
Party Time … singing, dancing, banging their kundu drums, …
Western Highland Women’s Group … and shaking their tail feathers.
Celebrate Good Times, Come On! They certainly left me feeling happy – especially when they turned on an old walkman, and started dancing to Kool & the Gang!
It was indeed a celebration! A celebration of good times and old traditions.
[…] I was in Mount Hagen with photographer Karl Grobl from Jim Cline Photo Tours. My fellow photo-tour participants and I were enjoying virtually unlimited access to groups as they prepared themselves and danced their way around and into the grounds (see: Western Highlands Women). […]ReplyCancel
Buddhas in a Cave It takes a few moments for one’s eyes to adjust and to pick out the details of the intricately painted ceilings and the multitude of Buddha images inside the ancient temple caves at Dambulla in central Sri Lanka.
Sri Lanka is said to be the oldest continually Buddhist country in the world.
When Buddhism first spread beyond India, the two countries that embraced the teachings were Gandhara (lands that are now in northern Pakistan and eastern Afghanistan) and Ceylon (called Sri Lanka since 1972). Buddhist scholars believe that the Buddha visited the island of Ceylon on three occasions, and Buddhism was officially introduced as a religion into the country in the 2nd century BC.
This long religious tradition is in evidence all across the country, and nowhere more so than at the Dambulla Royal Cave Temple and Golden Temple complex in Central Province. This network of five sanctuary caves is unique in Southeast Asia because it is not naturally occurring: whole sections – including some of the Buddha images themselves – were carved out of the rock by early monks.
A great lump of lava rock towers 160 metres over the surrounding plains, and more than 80 caves have been discovered in the area. Prehistoric Sri Lankans probably made their home here, and burial sites that are about 2700 years old have been found. Forest-dwelling Buddhist monks were taking refuge in the caves and overhangs from the 3rd century BC. and King Valagamba of Anuradhapura is believed to have had the caves converted into a temple in the first century BC, after hiding out there during 14 years of political exile.
The caves still operates as a monastery and a popular pilgrimage site, and are a fascinating place to visit.
Wild Elephants My drive from Sri Lanka’s Eastern Province to the cave complex took me through some beautiful countryside and a number of National Parks. It was wonderful to see a herd of wild elephants roaming in the distance.
Golden Buddha Statue Theravada Buddhist monuments in Sri Lanka are not subtle. The main entrance courtyard to this complex houses the rather garish Golden Temple Buddhist Museum, built in the 19th century. You enter through the lion’s mouth – under the giant seated golden Buddha!
Golden Stupa A nearby bell-shaped pagoda …
Buddha in a Niche … houses offerings to smaller, more understated Buddha images.
Stairways Up Apparently, the winding path up to the caves is 364 steps long; I didn’t count them!
Bugs along the Way Although the climb is quite steep, …
Berries in the Bush … there are plenty of excuses to stop and catch ones breath, …
View over Central Province … and the views from the top are well worthwhile.
The Corridor Having reached the top of the stairs and deposited my shoes with an attendant, I can finally walk down to the corridors that nestle into the hillside and guide visitors through the caves. It rained several times while I was there, so the roof covering was welcome!
In the Colonnades This is an active temple, where ‘modesty’ of dress is expected: sarongs were available for visitors who hadn’t thought to cover their shoulders and knees.
Devaraja Lena – the Cave of the Divine King The first cave is almost completely filled by a 14-meter reclining Buddha that has been carved out of the rock behind it.
Parinirvana Posture The Buddha is depicted in the last moments of this life, in the lying posture with a hand under the head. The statue has been repainted countless times since being carved over 2000 years ago.
Vishnu Vishnu, Lord of the Gods, is said to have used his divine powers to create the caves.
Stupa A large stupa sits in the corridor outide the second and largest cave.
Rainy Courtyard In the courtyard below, the rain falls on the sacred bodhi tree, the “tree of awakening”, which represents the place where Gautama Buddha attained enlightenment.
Cave of the Great Kings The complex of five caves houses a total of 153 Buddha statues in a variety of postures.
Seated Buddhas The second and largest cave, the Cave of the Great Kings, is home to many of the Buddhas, and to much of the over 1800 square meters of murals on the walls and ceilings.
Buddha on a Stupa It is impossible to take everything in! There are 40 seated Buddhas in this cave, …
Standing Buddha … and 16 standing statues. This gilded one in an archway was particularly impressive.
Row of Buddhas ‘Modern’ lighting was installed as part of the UNESCO requirements, but the light inside the caves is dreadful: badly aligned bulbs cast strange colours and harsh shadows.
Standing Buddhas But, the dark cave interiors are at least in part responsible for maintaining the vibrant colours of the statues and murals.
Buddhas in the Cave of the Great Kings While the temple has been repaired and repainted many times over the millennia, the art is also protected by being under cover and away from bleaching sunlight.
Sirasapata – Flame of Wisdom Some of the colours are a bit mind-blowing! This style of sirasapata on the top of the head of the Buddha is a feature in Sri Lanka.
The Shadow of the Buddha
Buddha and Murals The third cave, the Maha Alut Vihara (the Great New Monastery) is more modern and was painted during the reign of King Kirti Sri Rajasinha (1747–1782).
Makara Torana – Dragon Arch A Dragon Arch marks the gateway to heaven.
Man on a Balcony Back outside, it is still raining, but it is time to retrieve my shoes and descend the mountain.
Walking down the hill was much easier than walking up!
But, it is actually not the same pathway, and I ended up in a different place from my car and driver. I had quite some fun trying to figure out what had happened, and trying to find a way back to the car park – which as it turned out was a fair distance away. In the end, I hired a tuk-tuk to drive me to my car.
In Aurlandsfjord The a long inlets of sea carved into the mountains of south-western Norway are quite simply breathtaking. It is no wonder that parts of this Norwegian fjord landscape are UNESCO-listed.
You could say that the Norwegians invented fjords.
Their country is certainly home to some magnificent UNESCO-listed examples, and it is they who originated the word.
A rough line around Norway’s sea borders (the coastal perimeter) adds up to about 2,500 kilometres (1,600 mi). But, if you measure what is called the ‘low-resolution coastline’ which includes the nearly 1,200 fjords, islands, and bays, this perimeter increases tenfold to over 25,000 kilometres (16,000 mi).
The word “fjord” comes from an Old Norse word fjǫrðr (verb: ferd “travelling or ferrying”) for a lake-like body of water used for passage and ferrying. It has been adopted internationally – complete with the Nordic spelling (except in some place names, and in New Zealand English, where ‘fiord’ is preferred) – to describe the long, deep inlets of sea between high cliffs that were formed by the submergence of glaciated valleys. By geographic definition, a true fjord is created when years of glacial weight and abrasion cuts a U-shaped valley into the surrounding bedrock, and this is then flooded by the ocean.
Ironically, in Norwegian, Danish, and Swedish, the word fjord has a more broad and general usage than it does in English and in international scientific terminology. In modern Norwegian, fjord can refer to any inlet, channel, or long narrow body of water – even long, narrow freshwater lakes. This disparity of meaning has often lead to some confusion.
But, there was no doubt or confusion about the two fjords I was on: Aurlandsfjord, and the adjoining Nærøyfjord. Both are branches off the 205-kilometre long Sognefjord in Vestland county, Western Norway. Sognefjord, nicknamed the King of the Fjords, is the largest and deepest fjord in the country; Nærøyfjord, the narrowest and best known arm of the extensive Sognefjord system, has been called part of an “archetypical fjord landscape.”.
I had a full day in Flåm (see: A Walk in a Norwegian Wood), which sits at the inner end of Aurlandsfjord, and I took the opportunity to board a scenic cruise into the fjords. The shoulder season didn’t start until the next day (May 1st), so there were limited offerings. I was lucky, however, and managed the get onto the last afternoon sailing of the new hybrid catamaran, the Vision of the Fjords.
The two hour trip started from Flåm, and paused to take in some of the more spectacular of the many waterfalls in Aurlandsfjord before switching to full-electric mode and sliding quietly along the Unesco-listedNærøyfjord to the tiny settlement of Gudvangen. From there, after the requisite souvenir shopping, we all boarded buses, and rolled back towards Flåm in the dark. The sun had already ducked behind the steep mountains: except in full summer, daylight can disappear pretty quickly in these deep valleys.
This is one of those landscapes you really have to experience for yourself; pictures cannot do justice to the sight of the valley walls rising straight up all around you, the deafening noise of the crashing waterfalls dropping hundreds of feet into the waters below, and the feel of the crisp spring air on your face as your tour boat slices through the narrow fjords.
Even so, I hope these pictures give you a small taste:
Passengers on the Upper Decks The external gangway on the multi-story Vision of the Fjords ship was designed to suggest a twisting mountain road. It allows passengers uninterrupted views of the passing scenery.
Flåm Harbour The upper deck of the award-winning sightseeing catamaran provides a great vantage point over the marina and the harbour.
Leaving Flåm Behind The Vision of the Fjords can travel up to 19 knots; as we motor through Aurlandsvangen, we can no longer see Flåm behind us.
Boats on Aurlandsvangen There is quite a mix of traffic on the fjord.
Marine Equipment Aurlandsfjord is 29 kilometres (18 mi) long and can reach depths of 962 metres (3,156 ft) below sea level. We have every kind of navigational device that our captain could possibly want to help him navigate a channel that is generally less than 2 kilometres (1.2 mi) wide.
Aurlandsvangen on Aurlandsfjord The village of Aurlandsvangen is tiny (pop <1000), but not as isolated as it looks: it is serviced by the fjord, and a national highway.
Aurlandsvangen on Aurlandsfjord Dwarfed by the surrounding mountains, the buildings look bright and cheerful in the afternoon sun.
Mountains on the Fjord The mountains rise up to 1,800 metres (5,900 ft) all around us; …
Spring Snow … fresh snow dusts the tops while old snow clings to shady crevices.
Flying the Flag
Village on the Fjords The fjords are only sparsely populated, with tiny hamlets clinging to small valleys in the lee of the mountains.
Undredal With a population of just over 100 people, Undredal is known for its goat cheese, and a wooden stave church dating to 1147.
Gull on the Wing
Aurlandsfjord
Lægdafossen on Nærøyfjord We turn into Nærøyfjord and pause to admire one of the many magnificent waterfalls …
Bottom of the Falls … cascading down the rocky mountainside.
Nærøyfjord
Fjord Safari Thrill-seekers get closer to the waterfalls than we do in our big ship.
Enjoying the Sights But, even on our vessel, it is cool and windy.
Dyrdal Badaplass on the Fjords All these tiny hamlets have substantial wharves: water is the only means of access for many of these settlements.
And the Mountains go Forever!
Another Waterfall
Hamlet on the Fjords The masifs around us are awesome in the sunlight, but can you imagine how oppressive they might feel in the cold, dark of winter?
In Nærøyfjord With only the electric motor running, we glide almost noiselessly through the icy waters.
Bakka Kyrkje Built in 1859, Bakka Church seats about 200 people. I wonder how far the faithful travel, as there can’t be that many people in the village!
Gudvangen Dock This is the end of the 18-kilometre (11 mi) long Nærøyfjord.
Georg Hansen and the Prow of a Knörr As we disembark in Gudvangen, we are greeted by Viking iconography. Dragons and snakes were popular figureheads for Viking longships because they were thought to strike fear into the spirits of the foreign lands being raided.
Falling light over Gudvangen There is still light on the mountaintops around us as the time comes to leave, but very little makes it into the deep valley.
It is a truly magnificent landscape, and notwithstanding some controversy surrounding the touristic Viking Village at Gudvangen, it is clearly being well managed for the future, with respect for the environment, and a regard for past traditions and history.
A Man and his Stool Standing tall against the early morning sky outside his woven home, a Hamar man sets out with his wooden stool. (ISO200 40mm f5.6 1/60sec)
One of the beauties of travelling with a photo-tour is that you have more time to immerse and explore at locations.
This was certainly true for me in the Omo Valley, in southern Ethiopia. Even with improving roads, the region is difficult to access. But, once I and my fellow-photography enthusiasts got there, we had plenty of time to engage with the miriad of local cultures. We were travelling with photographer Ben McRae as part of a small-group Piper Mackay Photo-Tour, and once we had lodged ourselves in the market town of Turmi, we had access to a number of the distinctive tribal ethnic groups that live in the region.
We made several trips to a large Hamar village not far from our accommodation (see: Hamar Village, Hamar Faces, and Hamar Portraits). This was to be our last session with the tribe before we headed to another – even more remote – corner of the cumbersomely-named Southern Nations, Nationalities, and People’s Region (SNNPR) of Ethiopia.
When I’m travelling, I usually try to engage with the local people, and make the odd photos when I can – with consent, of course. The “pay-per-click” photo-tourism ethos common amongst the Omo Valley tribes made getting relaxed and candid shots much more difficult. All the villagers want their pictures made because this supplements their income, and they will present themselves to anyone with a camera and mentally count how many frames have been taken. It took me some time to get used to this, and it naturally resulted in photos that look more staged than I would generally like.
I’m not adept at flash photography, and after some years of carting gear around, have learned to leave my heavy flash units at home. And as I said, I’m not a fan of overly staged photographs – which is what you tend to get when subjects are constrained to the positioning of the flash units. But, the other advantage of traveling with a photo group is the chance to share equipment: if an off-camera flash and a softbox is available, I’m happy to experiment! And, when the pictures will be somewhat stiff and formal anyway because of the “pay-per-click” contracts, playing with the extra light made for a bit of fun.
Unfortunately for anyone who is technically-minded, my phone deleted all my notes on the flash details. But, most of it was pretty informal anyway: we had a helper who held up the softbox, and we told him to point higher or lower, and to stand closer or further away… And even though we arrived at the village early, the ambiant light increased quite quickly, reducing the impact of the fill-flash markedly. I actually can’t remember at what point I stopped being tied to the softbox, and wandered off to work with natural light alone.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy some more Hamar portraits – some of which benefit benefit from a bit of fill-flash.
Hamar Elder Woman The sun wasn’t yet risen when we arrived at the Hamar compound – but the locals were up and wearing their best tribal costumes for us. (ISO200 50mm f 5.6 1/60sec Off-Camera Flash-Fill)
Young Hamar Man It is not me who has posed this young man; the villagers are so used to having their portraits made that they all have their favourite formal postures. (ISO200 38mm f5.6 1/60sec Off-Camera Flash-Fill)
First Wife This young woman is wearing a “burkule”, a necklace made of leather and metal that has a distinctive detail in the front. This indicates she is her husband’s high-ranking first wife. (ISO400 35mm f5.0 1/160sec Off-Camera Flash-Fill)
Hamar Wife All married women (first and subsequent wives) wear two heavy iron necklaces. Girls and women wear a goatskin smock, richly decorated with beads and cowrie shells, and dress their hair with ochre. (ISO200 35mm f5.6 1/60sec Off-Camera Flash-Fill)
Hamar Man in a Feathered Headdress The men love their beads and hair adornments. (ISO200 63mm f5.6 1/200sec Off-Camera Flash-Fill)
Tall and Proud Warriors who have proven their courage by killing an enemy or a dangerous animal are entitled to fashion a mud-clay cap into the back of their hair and decorate it with precious feathers. (ISO200 70mm f5.6 1/100sec Off-Camera Flash-Fill)
Working the Scene My companion takes her turn with our Hamar subject and shared softbox.
A Second Wife Second (and third, or fourth) wives wear only the two heavy iron necklaces. This one shows off her copper bracelets: popular with both men and women. (ISO200 70mm f5.6 1/60sec Off-Camera Flash-Fill)
Young Man with his Phone I love the contrasts: the young man in his traditional beads, earrings, and bracelets – with the earbuds of his phone tucked into his ears. The modern world is making inroads into the remotest of communities! I had to work hard to get a smile out of him – but I think it was worth it. (ISO200 54mm f5.6 1/60sec Off-Camera Flash-Fill)
A Man and his Stool This village is so picturesque, with its tidy, woven houses and backdrop of thorn trees and plains. (ISO200 24mm f5.6 1/60sec)
Hamar Man in a Hat By this time it is nine in the morning, and the sky has lightened enough that the flash makes little impact. (ISO200 70mm f5.6 1/60sec)
Hamar Girl This young girl was so adorable that I spent time with her on each of my visits to the kraal. (ISO200 70mm f5.6 1/60sec)
Hamar Warrior Another warrior proudly wears his feathered cap. (ISO200 62mm f5.6 1/60sec)
Beads, Feather and Face Paint The plateau stretches away into the distant mountains. (ISO200 70mm f5.6 1/60sec)
Young Women (ISO200 68mm f5.6 1/60sec)
Mother and Child I have no idea on what basis wives are chosen. Stories are written of second (and subsequent) wives being treated very badly, but all those I met seemed strong and proud. (ISO200 34mm f5.6 1/100sec)
Brother and Sister Side-by-side like this, you can clearly see the difference that the ochre clay makes to one’s hair and skin colour.
Siblings Those solemn little faces!
Woman Outside her Hut
Mother and Daughter These engaging women were two of my favourite subjects. I don’t know why mum isn’t wearing a wedding collar – she is mother to a number of children, including this one.
Mother and Daughter at their Fenceline It seemed fitting that theirs would be the last pictures I took here, as they stood outside their tidy enclosure.
We left the village to head off in search of different tribes, and the Hamar people went back to their lives …
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Pharaoh Hatshepsut Hatshepsut (1507–1458 BC), was the daughter, sister, and wife of kings. From around 1493 BC, she was Queen Consort, then Queen Regent, and finally, the fifth pharaoh of Egypt’s Eighteenth Dynasty.
Hatshepsut, fifth pharaoh of the Eighteenth Dynasty, has been called one of Ancient Egypt’s most successful pharaohs.
And yet, she was almost removed from history!
Hatshepsut, whose name means: “Foremost of Noble Ladies” was born to power. She was the only surviving child of King Thutmose I, the third pharaoh of the Eighteenth Dynasty, and his primary wife. However, Thutmose I had a son: Thutmose II, by a minor wife, and this ‘lesser son’ became the next pharaoh.
The politics and timelines are fuzzy, but at around age 12, Hatshepsut married her half-brother Thutmose II and thus became Queen; some say the marriage was to strengthen Thutmose II’s claim to the succession. Others believe that Hatshepsut was the true power behind the throne. She always maintained that she was her father’s intended heir.
Thutmose II fathered a son by a minor wife before his death, and the widowed Hatshepsut took the role of Regent for the infant Thutmose III before declaring herself Pharaoh in her own right. She was not Egypt’s first female pharaoh, but she was the first to proclaim herself such when there was a living male heir.
Again, the motives behind this unusual move have been debated, with traditional Egyptologists arguing that it was her ambition that drove her. More recent scholars have suggested that there was a political crisis, and Hatshepsut was once again shoring up the lineage. She could not have become pharaoh without strong allies at court. She was well trained in royal administrative and religious duties, and she was clearly seen as a competent ruler by her subjects.
Hatshepsut’s 21-year reign is now recognised as a time of peace and prosperity for Egypt. She reopened trade routes, including to to the fabled land of Punt – believed to be the coastal regions of the Horn of Africa. The riches of the realm allowed her to commission hundreds of building projects; she is said to have been one of the most prolific builders in Ancient Egypt.
All records suggest that she and her stepson worked well together, and there is no evidence that her rule was ever challenged. This makes it only more strange that long after her death -two decades into the reign of her successor, Thutmose III – much of her legacy was erased. Her name was removed from the list of kings, many of her monuments were defaced, her cartouches and images were chiseled off stone walls, her statues were toppled, and depictions of her in hieroglyphics were painted over with male figures. Future pharaohs took credit for many of her building projects.
Once again, the motivation is unclear: the classic argument is that Thutmose III was acting out of jealousy and spite after being denied his rightful rule for so long. However, this belies the fact that he was politically active and commanded armies during his stepmother’s reign, and one would have to ask why he waited twenty years! It is more likely that this erasure from history was to protect the place of Thutmose III’s son, co-regent, and successor: Amenhotep II.
For many years, Egyptologists knew very little about Hatshepsut. Fortunately, the attempts to expunge her were incomplete, and many images of the female pharaoh still exist. Her rule was rediscovered in 1822 when scholars of Ancient Egypt were able to decode and read the hieroglyphics on the walls of Deir el-Bahri.
Alabaster Factory After a hot morning in the tombs of the Valley of the Kings (see: The Writing on the Walls and Take me to the Afterlife), a stop in an air-conditioned alabaster factory was a welcome break.
Carving Alabaster The workers show us how it’s done.
Explaining Alabaster Using chant, rhyme, and humour, our host tells us all about alabaster.
Alabaster for Sale There is plenty of product for sale – and there is also coffee and tea.
Gift Sales Markets are ubiquitous at the entries to all the historical sites. Sales are obviously slow!
Model of the Mortuary Temple of Hatshepsut Hatshepsut’s steward and architect, Senenmut, designed her mortuary temple.
Deir Al Bahri This natural amphitheatre is vast. At first, Hatshepsut’s Mortuary Temple seems dwarfed by the magnificent limestone cliffs that rise nearly 300m above the the valley basin of Deir Al Bahri (Deir el-Bahari).
Bus Parking in the Ruins
Ruins in the Cliffs UNESCO-listed as part of the Theban Necropolis, the area is dotted with remains of temples and tombs.
Outside the Memorial Temple of Queen Hatshepsut Painstakingly restored, the temple originally took 15 years to build. The stunning classic lines and columns bring to mind Greek architecture that wasn’t the norm for another 1000 years.
Sphinx of Hatshepsut Originally, the temple was approached by a grand, sphinx-lined causeway; one lonely and badly damaged sphinx remains.
Hatshepsut Colonnades Some say Hatshepsut portrayed herself as a ‘man’, but she appears in traditional female form and dress in many images. In formal pictures and statues, she is shown as a ‘pharaoh’, with the same false beard, symbols of office, and stylised form that other pharaohs – typically male – are depicted with.
“Lady of the Two Lands” Dressed in pharaoh robes, Hatshepsut’s breasts are shielded behind her crossed arms and the royal staffs of the kingdoms of Upper and Lower Egypt.
Hatshepsut Colonnades The extensive mortuary complex is considered Hatshepsut’s greatest achievement and one of the architectural wonders of Ancient Egypt.
Ruined Columns Much of the complex is still under reconstruction and is out of bounds to visitors.
Bas-Relief Wall Decorations Hatshepsut associated herself with Hathor, incorporating a shrine to the cow-goddess at the southern end of the second level of the mortuary temple. Bas-relief pictures at the entry to Hathor’s Temple depict the goddess in her cow form: in this one, Hathor is licking Hatshepsut’s hand.
Egyptian Goddess Hathor Hathor had a place in every aspect of Egyptian life – and death. A personification of love, beauty, music, dance, motherhood, and joy, she was originally associated with the Milky Way, which was considered to be the milk that flowed from the udders of a heavenly cow. It was she who gave birth to and protected the pharaohs.
Hathor on the Columns Originally, the temple featured twelve Hathor-headed columns, but only a few remain. I particularly like this one, because it shows off her cow-ears.
Hatshepsut clearly wanted to be remembered. On her obelisk, she inscribed:
- Performing the Ganga Aarti from Dasaswamedh Ghat, Varanasi
- Buddha Head from Shwedagon Pagoda, Myanmar
- Harry Clarke Window from Dingle, Ireland
- Novice Monk Shwe Yan Pyay Monastery, Myanmar
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[…] I was in Mount Hagen with photographer Karl Grobl from Jim Cline Photo Tours. My fellow photo-tour participants and I were enjoying virtually unlimited access to groups as they prepared themselves and danced their way around and into the grounds (see: Western Highlands Women). […]