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Happy!

Jak Photo Walk 3

Everywhere I go in Indonesia, I find happy people.

 


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.

 


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.


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.


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.


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.


The Kalawara Farm

Kalawara farm

It hasn’t been too long since my self-declared hiatus, but I really want to post a photo.

Maybe I’ll post once a week, as a compromise. A little creativity per week is necessary, right? To keep a clear head…

This is a farm business that the Salvation Army runs near Palu, Sulawesi. It is shared by 75 farmers, who represent 75 families, and they plant, harvest, process, and benefit from the sale of the rice, corn, chocolate, and coffee that is grown on this farm. Pretty cool, and helps those who need help.


My little friend

dini

This is Dini. She and I met yesterday at the Jonooge Primary School near Palu, Sulawesi, Indonesia. I spoke to her in my incredibly bad Bahasa Indonesia, and she stared at me. I spoke to her in my language, English, and she stared at me. I smiled and she stared at me. I walked away…and she followed me. We became friends yesterday. I don’t know what she thought I was, but she, to me, was innocence and beauty and everything worth protecting in the world.

This is Dini. My little friend.


The Team

the team

There they are. Day 1 of the service trip to Palu, Sulawesi, Indonesia, after we landed in the Palu airport. I am supervising, along with my Head of School and his wife, and the amazing Miss Erina, a group of twelve students from my school while they extend their hand to the people of Palu.

Our school has a week wherein all the students are supposed to be working in some sort of service. My students are in Palu, working in a Primary school, two childrens’ homes (not orphanages, because not all of the children are orphans – some live in the home because their parents can’t afford to keep them, but they still have parents), an “agro bisnis”, and a school of 2000 students. All of these places are run by the Salvation Army here in Palu.

I need to clarify one major point here: it is a service week, and my students are working here, but the week is really about exposing the students to a part of their world that is unfamiliar to them. In a very real sense, my students are aware that the world does not live as they do – they are well off, they attend a private international school, they have drivers and helpers – but many of them have never experienced the world that is not like theirs. So…we are offering them an opportunity to make a connection, a personal connection, with that world. Today they met the primary school children and my students were overwhelmed by these children and their love and generosity and attention and beauty and energy. As we debriefed the day, my students couldn’t help but gush about how the day went.

Tomorrow is day three, and it looks like this trip might be life-changing, and life-affirming.

The building you see behind them, by the way, is not the Palu airport. That is the future Palu airport. The current one rivals landing next to an auction house in which everyone smokes and people jockey for your luggage as soon as you have it in your hand. Good times.


Happy Breakfast

mocha frap

A Starbucks Mocha Frap with a blueberry muffin. That’s what I ate for breakfast this morning, in the Soekarno-Hatta International Airport. It was delicious.

One curious thing, though: whenever I order a tall frap, I am served a grande. I don’t know why, but in a country with many small people, they only serve really big drinks at Starbucks.


Abstract Sunday

abstract Sunday

The lights at Starbucks, on a long exposure, while moving my camera from right to left at a downward thirty degree angle.

Hmm…weird.


WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Unique

unique

I don’t like Photoshop effects that make a photo look unreal, unless the effect that the “photographer” is going for is something other than real. I do use it for my photos – specifically curves and levels – to change the contrast, but I try to avoid the bulk of what Photoshop offers me.

I also avoid self-portraits, or, truth be told, any photographs of me. I’d rather be behind the camera than in front of it.

Those two bits of info make this photo unique. I shot this photo of myself, then processed it by layering me on top of the background, then Gaussian blurred the background layer and switched it to black and white. Then I played with the top layer, me, a little be lowering the saturation level. Plus, it’s a photo of me.

I got my hair cut today as well, so I figured today was a good day to “shoot myself”, as it were.


Photo Friday: My Environment

church

One of the many anomalies in Jakarta culture – a Catholic church in a Muslim country. This is what makes my environment so interesting.


900th post…here’s a temple

Tanah Lot too

I’ve already posted a photo of this temple, Tanah Lot, but I found this photo hiding amongst others and I really like the wider angle on this shot than the other that I’ve already posted.

What do you think?

Oh, and this is my 900th post…whoa…that’s a lot of photos.


A Bali God

bali god

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.


How’d that get up there?

bike upstairs

I celebrated my 39th birthday today. My birthday gave me cause to contemplate my current context. I spent thirty-eight and a half years in Canada. Now that I live in Jakarta, my understanding of the lottery I unwittingly won by being born in North America has become so much better developed.

Take this photo, for instance. It is a “river” nearby to where I live, and that’s a “motorcycle” on the second floor balcony of an apartment that is adjacent to this river. This photo bothers me, and reminds me that I’ve had a pretty lucky existence.

There are many things in the photo that should bother the viewer…I’m wondering what bothers you.


The best back roads in Kemang

alley

I’m loving the motorcycle. It gets me to roads and places I’ve not been to before. This is an alley I have been down, but I’ve never come down it from this direction. Good times.


Cooking with…

crepes

…gas. There’s a crepe in that pan. Trust me. They were delicious.


Flower at the Duck

bebek

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.


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