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.
This week has been crazy. Too many things happening at once. Don’t ask. I need to spend some time meditating. Thanks for your anticipated concern.
It’s the cat.
A few days ago…maybe a week?…I posted a photo of an alleyway leading to a vanishing point, and my photog friend Chloe asked if there was a cat at the end. I asked, ‘Why?’ She replied, ‘I don’t know. It just seems like there should be a cat down at the end.’
Well, there are two cats that hang out at the end of the alley, and today, on my way home, one of them was lying in the drainage ditch catching some zzz’s. I stopped and snapped this photo, Chloe, so you could see one of the two little furry friends that I have in that alley.
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.
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.
There are hundreds of Buddhas at Borobudur. It was hard to focus on just one, but this one, fully intact in his niche, seemed like he wanted some attention. Although, technically, Buddha didn’t seek attention, only enlightenment.
The Vespa is alive and well around here in Jakarta. This one? Not so much.
These are my kids. They’re mine. They’re also my wife’s, but they’re mine. Mine, mine, mine. Until the day comes that they leave the house, decide to get married, and move far aw…nahhh…they’ll still be mine.
I shot this from the window of the bus as I traveled from Jakarta to Bandung. We, my family and friends, went to Bandung for three reasons: outlet shopping, viewing a live volcano, and watching an angklung performance. On the way up, we passed a number of rest stops, but this one came with its own masjid, or mosque. Very beautiful, for a rest stop.
Ooh, it’s nearly the end of Friday here, but it’s just beginning to be Friday where so many of my friends and family live. For Photo Friday, here’s a little reflection from my life.
As I was leaving my apartment this morning, I looked out my window and there he was, this lone supermarket worker walking through the parking lot. Hmm…it’s almost like he knew I had to meet this challenge.
I posted this photo yesterday, but in full color. My question to you is: which looks better? Yesterday in color? Or today’s in black and white?
Btw, this is the life I’ve come to accept as my everyday life here in Jakarta. I had no expectations when I moved here, but I’ve found a routine that seems to work well enough and shows me scenes like this on my commute to and from my school.
I saw this gate post on the way home and I thought it looked cool.
What do you think?
Deep down, in my thirteen-year-old heart, I love cars like this. They speak to raw power and fun and shininess. Loud noises and pretty curves. The lines are fun to follow. It’s why, despite our need to cut our dependence on fossil fuels, these cars can bring out 15000 people on a weekend to wander around Chilliwack’s downtown and inspire them to daydream.
Had a little fun processing this in black and white.
That’s it. Just a creek.
…and whatever comes at you.
As I shot this, I got to thinking about what the artist’s hands look like after he (she?) was done painting this. I mean, it’s about five feet tall, was probably painted at night when an artist is less likely to get caught, and fully spray-painted. I can’t imagine those hands were clean.
This little detail is highlighted by the fact that it is the only detail on the page with any detail.
I think I’d rather be cremated and left in a jar. I know it’s tradition to set up a big grave with a giant stone at the head, but me? I think a simple urn would suffice. Simple in life, simple in death.
Thanks, Ansel, for the inspiration.
…but I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep.
Thanks, Robert Frost.
This is my daughter. This is the lake. This is the snow we’ve been experiencing lately.
There is little better in the world than going to the lake to unwind. Beauty, even cold, abounds.