I had a lovely date with my wife tonight. We went Christmas shopping. That has nothing to do with the photo. I’m just happy and felt like sharing.
I hope you like the photo.
I was walking home two days ago and I noticed the Masjid on Kemang Jalan Barat. I snapped a photo. Here it is.
I must be really tired.
These Vespas are on the way to school. I’m in the market for a motorcycle right now, and if the rules for buying one get any more complex and the “ease” of getting one gets any less easy, I may make an offer on one of these. Maybe the one without the seat.
This is great food. They display it in the window, and they bring all of this to your table and whatever you eat is what you pay for. It is brilliant food. Tasty. Spicy. Fried. All the things I shouldn’t eat, and it’s amazing.
So healthy food is on the menu again after tonight, but awesome, greasy, spicy food with a good friend is about as great as a night can get.
By the way, the crappy quality is because this is my phone camera. I didn’t have my big camera with me.
We are part of a huge zoo, the human zoo, and we’re all on exhibit every day.
Whoa…tired…feeling philosophical. I should probably just try to sleep.
Well, I’m not American, but every day is a good day to be thankful. Having spent my life in Canada, and just having moved to South Asia, Jakarta specifically, I have had much…more than much…for which to be thankful. My walk to and from school makes me remember that I am in a privileged spot in this city, this country really. I have a lovely, relatively un-decorated, large apartment, a beautiful family, a well-appointed job, a couple of motorcycles to buy (this week, hopefully), and a well-stocked kitchen, even though we don’t always eat at home. A ridiculously high number of people in this country don’t have that, any of that. I am colossally, universally, cosmically thankful.
This was shot, by the way, at the Ragunan Zoo back in August. If this is any indication of the massively disparate economies of this country, it cost my family 14000 Rupiah to enter this zoo. That works out to about $1.50 Canadian, or American for that matter. All four of us for $1.50.
probably because, everywhere I go in Jakarta, there are so many security guards. Security is a micro-economy here in Jakarta. We have security at our apartment, as seen above, at our school, at the local grocery stores, in the malls, on the street directing traffic. They are ubiquitous. If I didn’t know better, security guards could be the national bird of Indonesia.
I love these guys, though. I’ve never met one who hasn’t flashed a gigantic grin when I say, ‘Hi,’ and who isn’t genuinely helpful. Thank you, security guys. You make me feel secure.
The most fun way to get around on foot is to take these back alleys. I often am not sure where I’m going to end up, but that’s the adventure of wandering through back lanes.
It should be said that most of these alleys are, in fact, full roads that are used by motorcycles and cars. And no, they’re not really big enough for that, but that’s how they’re used.
…I forgot how much fun it is to shoot in a super-shallow depth of field. I slapped my 55mm, f1.8, vintage Pentax lens on my camera and took a walk to school. This little piece of graffiti caught my eye and I shot it at f2.8 and it turned out like this.
What do you think?
One of the many forms of transportation around Jakarta. I’ve thought about giving some of these forms a try, and then I remember that I like walking. And living. Living is good.
This Datsun is parked in the alleyway that I walk to work. I’ve snapped a couple of photos of it, and the last time I did the owner was quick to inform me that it was for sale. I guess he spotted me checking it out and figured maybe he could get rid of it. I’ve actually always liked these cars, so it would have been a good fit, it I weren’t living in Jakarta.
I like the green in Indonesia. There is so much, and so little, in Jakarta. Jakarta has palm trees and greenery everywhere, but no parks, no lawns, no big green spaces. Travelling out to Yogyakarta was very refreshing – lots of rice fields and parks and green spaces.
The mountain in the one shot is Mount Merapi, Yes, the one that blows up every few years with devastating results. It’s lava and ash are what make this ground so great for growing green things. A blessing and a curse, I guess.
This city, my city, is insanely constructed. It has no plan, or maybe “organically planned” is a better way to phrase it. Things just pop up where they do, rather than being planned. From the 15th floor of my school, everything looks well-constructed, but walk these streets…walk the alleys and half-thought-out sidewalks…and you find just how un-constructed this city really is.
I love the laundry service around Jakarta. Just two doors over from this place is the dry cleaner I use, Londre, but this sign had an old school feel to it. Also, for those of you who are into safety, check out the larger version of this – the electrical connections up there…well, I don’t like to look. It seems like a bunch of extension cords all spliced off the main lines.
…my apologies to Robert Frost.
There are so many walkways, pathways, alleyways, and streets here in Jakarta Selatan that I’ve not walked yet, but it is fun taking photographs of them.
I remember being this age. I thought I knew everything. I knew that I knew more than everyone else, at least. I felt like the world was waiting for me. My boys, my friends, were the only thing that was important to me.
Man…I knew nothing back then.
These girls, and the boy in the background, all attend a school that is run by the Bala Keselamatan (Salvation Army). They are a few of the more than 2000 students who attend the school in Palu, Sulawesi. It is a remarkable school, but what’s more remarkable are the students.
Beautiful, curious, enthusiastic, and energetic, their stories will inspire and break hearts. Many of them do not live with their parents. The reason? Their parents know that an education is important, but living in rural Palu with little means to a good education has left parents with one option – send their children to Palu to live and learn. Many of these children rarely see their parents.
They choose an education over family. That is a choice I’m glad I don’t have to make.
I never thought I’d miss the sky. I grew up in rural Saskatchewan, and I was never short of blue sky. Even in the winters, we’d have more hours of clear, cold blue sky than most people get in a really nice summer. When I moved to British Columbia, the Vancouver area, I gave up a lot of that blue sky. But when it wasn’t raining, the sky was blue. Azure. At times, almost sapphire.
Then I moved to Jakarta. There are moments when the sky is blue. Sometimes, when I’m outside swimming I can look up and see a little spot of blue, between the gray-brown-white-ish clouds. The geography of Jakarta lends itself to a sort of mixing bowl effect. When you add together the ingredients of twenty-some million people, millions of cars and motorcycles, a lack of good sanitation, and a low-lying city surrounded by hills, you get a nearly complete lack of blue sky.
When I visited Palu, there were kilometers in every direction of blue sky. Spectacular. Totally amazing. I miss blue sky.
A sunrise might be a bit of a cliche for this challenge, but it’s what I’ve got sitting in my files and is recent…about six days old. It’s the inlet at Palu, Sulawesi. I posted another sunrise photo earlier this week, but that was taken about fifteen minutes before this one.
Too sick to write…not to sick to post.
We’ll talk soon.
I’m sick, but beautiful sunrises always cheer me up.