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Jak Photo Walk 12

This man was in one of the food markets in North Jakarta.  He was trying to maneuver his bike-cart out of the market so he could make a delivery.  As soon as he saw my camera, he turned from a serious businessman to a comedian.  He came alive for a few minutes when he became this entertainer.

Then, he needed to move on and get to work.  Mood came on and off like a switch.

 


Happy!

Jak Photo Walk 3

Everywhere I go in Indonesia, I find happy people.

 


What did we do before lcd screens on cameras?

Jak Photo Walk 1I love this photo.  The person on the left took a photo of the two men.  After taking the photo, she showed them the photo and they all gathered around her LCD screen to look at the photo that had just been taken.

When I first started taking photographs, I learned with a Pentax K1000 film SLR.  There was no instant feedback.  In fact, if I didn’t shoot an entire roll of film in a day, it could be a week or longer before I knew whether I had taken any good photos.  Now that we have instant feedback, we take a photo and then check to see how it turned out and often decide immediately whether it is worth keeping.

An unintended side effect, however, is that we gather around our cameras to see how good, or not good, we looked in the photo.  Community built on LCD screens?  Maybe.

 


Smoky

Jak Photo Walk 4

This man was really adamant that I take his photo.  He was also adamant that I take a photo of him smoking.   I think it turned out alright.

 


Jakarta Street Merchant

Jak Photo Walk 7

I completed my Master’s degree (the coursework) today, and went on a three hour photowalk with a Jakartan expat.  It was a great, tiring, overwhelming, amazing day.

This photo was one of more than two hundred shot today.  Looks like I’m back on the photoblog.


Gates…so many gates

lombok pura mayura 2

 

Everywhere we went we found gates.  Doorways to temples, royal meeting places, sacred areas.  So many gates.


Hannah weaving

lombok han weaving

 

More weaving at the Sukarara village.  If you look carefully, you’ll see that my daughter is tied into the loom – there is a board behind her back and it is tied to the board in front of her.  This way, she can hold the weaving tight as she weaves.  This particular weaving will take two months to finish.


Fisherman

lombok ampenan fisherman

 

Fish all night.  Fix the boat, nets, and sleep during the day.  Interesting life.


The Kawasaki I didn’t know existed

lombok binter

I love bikes like this.  Classic, although it is probably from the 1980′s.   The saddlebags really round it out.

Before seeing this beauty, I had no idea that Kawasaki made a bike called a “Binter.”  I’m a Honda guy, but this bike looks great.  I kind of wanted to take it for a ride.

What do you think?


Pura Batu Bolong

lombok batu bolong

 

This Hindu temple was a ten minute walk down the beach from our hotel.  A beautiful reminder of the religious heritage of Lombok.


Lombok Schoolboys

lombok schoolboys

 

We were in Senggigi, Lombok, for six days.  Each day, this same group of boys would walk by, heading to school on the beach.  Sorry.  Not school-on-the-beach.  They were walking on the beach to get to school.

I love how their shoes are in hand.


Happy Canada Day!

the-run

I don’t have any new Canadian photos to post, but in honour of my country’s 146th birthday I have posted a photo of what I have come to think of as my home.  I hope you like it.

To my Canadian friends and family…Happy Canada Day!


Sunset on the weekend

lombok sunset

This is the other Lombok sunset photo I managed to take.

Oh yeah…that island one the horizon? Bali.


Just a few boats

lombok ampenan

We took a tour of the west of Lombok and our driver took us to Ampenan.  Ampenan is a town that is now part of the greater Mataram area (Mataram is the capital city of Lombok).  Ampenan is also a town full of fishermen.  These are their boats.  Well…this is the front row of boats. There are two, or three, rows of boats behind this row.

Every night, all of the fishermen push these boats out into the water and fish, and in the morning they come back in and take their fish to market.  When I think about the hundreds of boats on the beach, I cannot imagine it empty, yet every night it is.


WordPress Photo Challenge: Companionable

companions

These are my children.  I would not be the man I am today without them.  They have immeasurably changed my world.

They are my truest companions.


Photo Friday: what I found

lombok bridge boy

He was sitting on the edge of the bridge, watching my son and me walk along the edge of the road.  I did not notice him until a loud motorcycle came by and drew my attention in his direction.  I waved and smiled.  He waved and smiled back.  I raised my camera and he gave me this look.

I do not know if this look means it was okay to take the photo or not.

 


I love (not really) posed photos

lombok man

 

I took a walk down to Pura Batu Bolong, a Hindu temple about a fifteen minute walk from my hotel in Lombok.  When I got there through the beach entrance (which I found out later made me totally rude and disrespectful to the temple), I was greeted very kindly by everyone.  I approached this man to ask him for permission – “Boleh saya foto kamu?” – and he graciously says, “yes.”  Then…he poses like this.

He’s very sweet, and he is a very nice guy.  What I was hoping for was a candid photo, but he wanted to pose.  I don’t like posed photos.  There is little that is natural about being fake…actually, nothing natural, unless one wants to get into a whole “people are always fake” debate, which I am not.

I took the photo, thanked him, and then waited for him to go do something natural.  Every time I raised my camera, he went in to pose mode.  I just smiled and moved on.

What was awesome was that there were three of this guy’s friends who were mimicking him, in each pose he threw at me.  A little extra smile between all of us.


Beautiful interaction

lombok pottery ben

My son had the chance to help this potter make a clay turtle.  He has been taking Bahasa Indonesia lessons at school, but still can’t speak the language very well.  The potter spoke no English, or at least did not let on that she knew.

The language that they spoke to one another was one of gestures, smiles, and touching.  She showed Ben how to mold the clay, how to turn the wheel, and she would take his hand and move it where it needed to be.  She would smile and let him try.  He would smile back and try.

The most poignant lesson I have learned while living internationally has been that communication does not have to be spoken.  Some of the best relationships I have here in Indonesia are the ones where we both struggle to speak, and have to depend on the kindness of the other person to get us through the situation.

I pray that I do not forget this lesson.

 


Weaving

lombok scarf weaver

She’s weaving a scarf.  It will take her about four weeks to weave that scarf.  If you visit Lombok, visit the Sukarara village, wherein all of the women weave.  They learn to weave at 10 years old, and cannot marry until they can weave all manner of weavings by hand.

Don’t worry, the men have to build a house by hand before they can marry.  It sort of evens out.

 


My wife’s (a) flower

lombok frangipaniMy wife is a big fan of these flowers.  They grow everywhere around here.  What you see above is a Frangipani.  They are incredibly fragrant and ubiquitous in Indonesia.

A tip for all of you newly married (and maybe old-married) people out there:  find out what your significant other’s favorite flower is and bring it home every once in a while.  Just because.

 


Holiday feet

 

lombok feet

 

I spent last week in Lombok with my family.  There were a few moments of total relaxation and calm, and all of them were directly associated with being in the ocean.  Well, the Lombok Strait in the Bali Sea, which is an extension of the Indian Ocean.  I love the feeling of standing in wet sand while the waves attempt to bury me.


Temple gate

lombok pura meru

This is the gate to Pura Meru, a nearly 300 year old Hindu temple in the city of Mataram, Lombok.

I’m not Hindu, but I am a big fan of their architecture.


I love being a parent

lombok sibs

 

Those are my kids.  We were walking back from a short visit to Pura Batu Bolong, a Hindu temple near our hotel in Lombok.  They got ahead of my wife and me.  They are incredibly great kids.  When I became a parent, I had no idea how much happiness my children would bring me.  The happy is immeasurable.


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Holiday Sunset (yes, I’m back)

lombok sunset2

Summer holidays have begun and I’ve had time to get my camera out and take some photos again.

This was taken a couple of nights ago while on holiday in Lombok. We stayed in Batu Bolong in Lombok Barat (West Lombok, just south of Senggigi).


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