The sacred lotus

Prachuap Khiri Khan, Thailand - 22 July 2017: When we heard that the lotus was blooming once again after 10 years, we had to do a story on it. The flower is considered sacred in Thai culture and the idea of seeing hundreds and hundreds of them blooming on a lake was too good to pass up.

We always look for good features to do during downturns in hard news and what could be more visually spectacular than finally seeing the national flower in bloom?

“Nelumbo nucifera” is sacred to both Buddhists and Hindus and can be found all over Asia, with many deities often depicted as seated on a lotus flower. I think it has come to be associated with purity and beauty in these religions because of how it grows -- an aquatic plant, the lotus grows like lilies do and always looks so clean and pure against the murky water from which it is emerging. In addition to heavy symbolic use, parts of the flower are used in everything from offerings at shrines, decoration and cooking.

In majority-Buddhist Thailand, the flower is known as “bualang” but because of a drought and pollution it has not been seen in the Khao Sam Roi Yot park in nearly a decade.

To do the story, however, we had to get permission first. We applied and got permission from the tourism department, who warned us that despite the green light, officials at the park may not be so accommodating.

We got to the park very early, in order to catch the beautiful dawn light. It’s always best to photograph early in the morning and late in the day, as harsh daylight swallows up texture and colors. Around six o’clock in the morning, we set out on the lake with the local villagers, in their wooden canoes.

The lake, surrounded by mountains, was pretty -- not breathtaking, but pretty.

We had to work very quickly as weather did not look like it would cooperate with our efforts. Soon after we went out on the water, the wind came up and was so strong that the drone we sent up to get aerial footage could only stay up for a few minutes.

We managed to shoot for about a half hour before the monsoon rain began pouring down.

It was such a quiet and beautiful and peaceful scene. There are few things more beautiful than being in nature in early morning light.

But no sooner were we out on the water than our dreamy environment began to turn dark. The wind picked up, the clouds moved in, the light faded and we were soaked by a monsoon downpour.

There was little place to hide, but our guides were very smart and pushed their long boats into a patch on tall grass, where we were a bit more sheltered from the driving rain and lightning.