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.
There is a duck restaurant in Ubud that has some great food. The name of the restaurant is “The Dirty Duck” in English, but the food is delicious, despite the name. I had some great sauces with my duck – I was the only person at my table to order duck at a duck resto – and my wife had a trio of sates that came with a small pot full of coals to keep her dish hot. It was an amazing experience.
The flowers above are growing in and around the resto. Like many things in Bali, the resto is an inside-outside dining experience. Very cool.
We’ve been in Bali for a week now, and it’s been a beautiful Christmas holiday. We stayed in a number of places, but our friend who did much of our bookings knew we wanted to stay in places that captured what Bali used to be like. We’ve stayed in two different Taman Sari villas, one near to Ubud called Puri Taman Sari, and another along the north coast called Taman Sari Bali. The owner of these resorts has worked hard, and succeeded, at making them resemble a Bali that doesn’t really exist anymore. He is working at recreating the Bali village community. Check them out, if you’re in Bali.
This flower was growing in the water at Puri Taman Sari. Does anyone know what kind it is?
I get why Monet was inspired by these.
Pretty flower. Delicate flower.
I looked up as I walked out of the hall below the Petronas Towers. I saw this, above. A lighting version of a lotus flower, perhaps, but it was fun to shoot.
What do you think? Would this look nice in your living room?
Not an actual orange (the fruit), but the colour orange. An orange lily, to be more precise.
This was one of the many flowers outside our mall (the mall attached to our school) for the grand opening celebration.
That’s it. It’s Monday and I needed something that made me feel happy. Orchids make me happy. Thanks orchid.
…actually, it’s the same pretty flowers, just from a different angle and with a bit of a different process.
What do you think?
This is an orchid. Friends of ours bought it for us. It is watered once a week and likes diffused sunlight. It may only live for a short time, but it will bring beauty and happiness while it does.
I don’t know…is there a lesson in that?
I’m stuck not knowing how to react to the city in which I live. I walk, daily, past people who subsist on very little. They live on 1 000 000 Rupiah (that’s $100 US approximately) a month, sometimes less, sometimes more. I walk past open sewers that are sometimes smelly and sometimes revolting. I walk past mansions that exist next to shacks. Mercedes driving past men pulling home-made carts.
What does all of this have to do with a flower? There are no parks but lots and lots of green. There is asphalt and trees, and because it’s always summer (or seemingly) the blossoms on trees and vines bloom and die all the time. I’ve been here a month and I’d almost gotten used to it. Leaves fall off trees all the time, but it’s never Autumn. I wonder if I’ll get used to all of it. I hope not. I hope that I’ll always be shocked, saddened, enraged, curious, and hopeful.
Our city is exploding in pinks, light pinks and whites. Every flowering tree is going crazy with blossoms, and photographers in the area are going crazy trying to document the turn from Winter to Spring (finally).
I hope your day is as great as this flower is pretty.
Very similar to a photo I posted last week, I know, but it’s Sunday and I’m quite enjoying a lazy day. The Grey Cup is on, I made a coffee cake with my daughter, my son made a snow globe with my wife and there’s nothing else on the agenda…
Um…what about that marking and planning you should do…
Shut up, conscience. The last thing I need is you telling me what to do. I feel a little “Assassin’s Creed” calling me.
Um…or maybe work out next week’s classes.
I’ve got next week planned. I’ll write it down yet tonight.
No, you won’t. But you should.
Okay. Fine. I’ll go do some work…right after I eat some coffee cake. Ha! Take that, inner voice.
Really. I’m tired. I’m not even sure why. This week seems to filled with two or three weeks. Why, oh why, is this week so long?
Also, aren’t roses pretty?
Don’t worry. Its friends are just off to the right and left. It’s not really alone.
It is pretty, though. It is amazing that this little flower, this beautiful flower, is growing from these leaves that are clogging up the pond in which they grow. It is hard to see the water in some places for all the lily pads lying on top. Yet this little beauty makes the whole mess tolerable. Maybe even enjoyable.
Inside this rose is a little bee. You can see him in the middle where it’s black instead of yellow. He was in and out of this flower, back and forth, making sweet love to it (birds and bees and all that) but I couldn’t get a clear shot of him. Maybe he’s a bit shy of having relationships in front of a camera and I was beeing a little intrusive. Sorry, bee. I’ll try to be more discreet in the future.
I have had a bit of a long week. Sorry about not posting. I feel as if I’m just now getting my energy back. There is something to be said for being home and getting enough sleep; what needs to be said is being home and getting enough sleep is awesome and necessary. Here’s a little, old, macro shot to give a shot of energy to the end of the week.
I like flowers. They’re so pretty. Pretty flowers. So pretty…
Sheesh…I’m kind of brain-dead tonight.
Pentax K20D; Pentax M SMC 50mm; f1.7; ISO 100; 1/125 sec.