The lights at Starbucks, on a long exposure, while moving my camera from right to left at a downward thirty degree angle.
My son, Ben, and I were hanging around at Taman Sari Bali and I said I was thirsty. We sat near the pool drinking Orange Fanta, and I started to blow a note on the bottle. Ben tried, and failed. We tried again, and again, and again, and just at the moment I took this photo he sounded a note on the bottle. I think I was more surprised than he was.
Perfect timing, or dumb luck. Either way, it was fun.
I saw these two on the beach and they were so cute together. He would clumsily go out into the water with his surf board and do amazingly awkward things, and she would stand on the beach taking pictures.
Later, when I was eating lunch, they were sitting and chatting, so I snapped this photo. I wish them a great future together.
Captured at KLCC. They show this “Bellagio” style light and music show every night. The kids go crazy and try to get wet without getting wet. It’s very fun to watch.
There’s a place in Bandung called UDJO, and it is dedicated to the Angklung, an Indonesian musical instrument. It creates a beautiful sound, and they train young children to play this instrument. Then, when tourists like me come to see the performance, these beautiful little children come out and play. They are often enthusiastic and nervous and so fun to watch. This little girl, however, seemed nonplussed by the whole process.
My son and I rented a tandem bike from the bike rental guys in the Batavia City Square. The bike was too small for me and too big for Ben, and whenever he pedaled the chain fell off. I did all the biking, and we had fun, but next time I’m riding one of these bikes. I’ll look a little less like the circus bear riding a bike.
…but no, we did not go “night-swimming.” I’ve always loved that song by R.E.M. I’ve also always loved the thought of getting down to my knickers and having a go at a pool late at night when no one else is around. Never done it, but there’s always tomorrow.
For those of you who are unfamiliar, night-swimming is a term referring to swimming without clothing – skinny-dipping – at night.
This is what it looks like when a person – in this case, my son – merges with our pool. Well, the pool that belongs to our apartment complex here in Jakarta.
Oh, and yes, this was as fun to shoot as it looks.
Taking a Bajaj (pronounced “ba-jai”) is probably not life-threatening. It is, however, the cheapest thrill ride you’ll ever take. This photo doesn’t do the ride justice, as the road ahead is relatively clear of other vehicles, but not a minute before I took this shot we were bumper to side fender with a van. Our driver leaned on his horn – it sounded like a goose with laryngitis – and continued our journey home.
This is purely a family project. It’s not a great photo. It’s not the best photoshop job…but it is my son. Today, at the pool, I set the camera to hi-burst mode and took shots of my kids jumping in the water. My wife snapped off a couple of me too, but I won’t post those here as some people may not have strong stomachs.
As my family, my parents and sisters and their families, wakes up in a couple of hours, this will greet them in their email in-boxes. I’m posting it for them. Mom and Dad, Kerry, Alison, brothers-in-law, niece and nephews, we miss you and love you and we’re having fun.
I don’t want to alarm any family members back home in Canada, but this is the road that my family and I walk across every day. Twice.
If it’s any consolation, it only looks like this in the afternoon.
Oh, and if you’re going to ask, “Where’s the crosswalk?” my answer is…”Hahahahahahahaaaaa…crosswalk? Hahahahahahaaaa…”
This is what traffic often looks like in Jakarta. It has been equal parts horror and awe – those are the only feelings I have while sitting in the front seat of a taxi car or van. There are no traffic lights, or at the least none that anyone follows. The streets are narrow. The scooters are omnipresent. The drivers? Omnipatient. They wait, kindly, as someone else takes a corner in front of them. They don’t lose their tempers. They smile, wave, and smile more. They are infinitely more considerate and civilized than any driver I’ve ever encountered in more than twenty years of driving in British Columbia. Totally amazing.
This is that thing in the playground where you hang on and then slide across while keeping your feet off the ground. I am 38, so it doesn’t work for me anymore, but it seems like a cool idea.
I like the ferris wheel. I like the merry-go-round. I like the roller coaster. I like skyshot rides.
I don’t like 1001 nachts (nights – why is this ride German?). Nor do I like any of the rides like it. Anything that spins? Blech.
It makes a nice photo, though.
Okay, so here’s a photo of a little parking lot carnival that just finished up this weekend in Chilliwack. It was small, but it looked like everyone was having fun. What I liked was that it afforded me some fun shots without having to drive out to Vancouver.
The reflection is off the roof of my car (which I had just washed earlier that day). I’d love to say that I planned this, but I noticed it by accident as I was shooting other photos. Fortuitous accidents…gotta love them.
Well, that and a ferris wheel. If you’ve never had Mini Donuts, you should probably try them, and then see your doctor. They are greasy, doughy, cinnamon-and-sugary, and definitely not good for you, but they taste greasy, doughy, and cinnamon-and-sugary so you’ll love them while you hate them.
Do you still wash your pots and pans, maybe even dishes, by hand? I seem to have some kind of block in my head when it comes to the dishwasher. I don’t like to put my pots and frying pans in there. I have this idea in my head that it doesn’t do as good a job as I do. Plus, I learned something last night.
After making dinner, I moved the pots and frying pan to the side of the sink and ran a sink of warm/hot water, dropped a bit of soap in and then washed the dishes. And I enjoyed it.
When I was young, we didn’t have a dishwasher, so there was no choice about how to was the dishes. My mom did most of the washing, but when were deemed old enough my sister and I started washing the dishes on a regular basis. We fought over who would wash and who would dry. I hated washing back then, but I love it now. In fact, I look back on that time pretty fondly. Stupid, I know, but nostalgia fogs the mind.
I went through photos of fireworks and birthday cakes, sparklers and candles. Then I found this photo. I posted a very similar version of this a few years ago when my family traveled to Disneyland for the first time. My wife and I had both been before, but we took our kids for the first time. The experience was amazing. My son and daughter were the proverbial “kids in a candy store”. They didn’t know where to look first. They wanted to ride everything, see everything, experience everything.
By the end of the first day in Disneyland, the kids were exhausted but excited. They wanted to sleep but did not want to leave. As the fireworks were about to start to end the day, we came across this ride: The Astro Orbitor. My son and daughter stood, transfixed by the streaks of light. The only words were, “Awesome,” and, “Amazing.” It was a celebration of everything we’d done that day. One long party ending with a light show.
Here’s a bunch of carvings I saw tonight while trick-or-treating with the kids. I figured I’d share. Some of them were pretty intricate. A lot better than any of the pumpkins I carved when I was young. I hope you had a safe and fun Halloween this year.
When I read the topic for this week’s photo challenge, I was stuck.
I thought about taking a shot of this lovely, vintage door someone near our house restored and used as a gate to their backyard. It makes me think there’s something great hidden back there and I can just see a hint of it through the old glass in the door.
I thought about trying to snap a shot of my kids hiding somewhere in the house.
Then, tonight, I opened up the fridge and had a flash of brilliance. The fridge. I’ve had those moments when I’ve said to my wife, “Have you seen the eggs?” Then she finds them behind the margarine. Or, “Do we have any peppers?” “Yup, they’re in the back.” “Back where?” “They’re in there, I know they are.” Two weeks later there’s a nasty smell and then I find the peppers. Or what’s left of them.
Between the crispers and the shelves and the…well…there’s just too many places to hide in a fridge.
Hidden. The wordpress photo challenge.
Tomorrow morning, at 8:00, I’ll be welcoming up to 240 9th Grade students to my school. Along with forty-eight student leaders, I’ll be attempting to entertain and inspire these students to greatness in their first year of high school. It won’t be easy. It will be fun. I will pass out when it’s all over. This post ends now, because I have to go read the script you see above one more time. And probably again. And once more…
When we bought the trampoline last summer, my son was at times curious about it, at times petrified. The most he would do was bounce and only when no one was on with him. This summer he seems to think that he’s Dick Grayson (the original Robin in the Batman comics) of the Flying Graysons. He’s gone from terrified to a holy terror on the trampoline.
As a kid, I never had a trampoline, so watching my own kids is full of terrifying excitement for me. I’m always curious to see what they’ll do next, with my thumbs ever-ready to phone 9-1-1.
The kids and I had a wonderful weekend, with a lot of activity. This is but one. It’s not the most beautiful photo from a technical standpoint, but it’s one of the most beautiful photos I’ve taken because it’s my daughter executing a possible broken neck over a sprinkler shooting through a trampoline. Not a great backdrop, nor is it in the best focus, but it’s fun.
Oh, and she’s UP.