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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.


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.

 


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.


When the locals find it hot…

…then it’s probably really hot.

I moved to Jakarta last month.  11 July, 2012.  Before I moved here, everyone I knew who had been to Indonesia told me to prepare to be overwhelmed by the heat.  You see, I’m from Canada.  The Great White North.  I had lived my entire life above the 49th parallel.  I had endured 40 degree summers (Celsius – we’re metric up there) and minus 40 winters.  I had lived for twenty four years in the Lower Mainland of British Columbia, which is temperate and rainy…like, all the time.

What most people don’t know until they get to Canada, however, is that we love to talk about the weather.  When the locals find it hot in Canada, they talk about how hot it is.  They update Facebook statuses commenting on the weather.  They discuss it at Tim Horton’s (donut shop).  They Skype/Facetime/Google+Hangout and discuss how the weather is.

In Jakarta, however, no one discusses the weather.  There’s no point.  In the last seven weeks, the variation in temperature has been within a few degrees.  It’s hot.  We’re very near the equator.  It has rained for one hour in the past seven weeks.  Yes, you read that correctly.  One HOUR.  Not a day.  Not a week of drizzle. One hour.

But, what I’ve noticed is that no one here complains about how hot it is unless they’re from Canada.  I wear shorts daily.  Our security guards at our apartment building wear full, long-sleeved, long pants, paramilitary boots uniforms on a daily basis and they never sweat.  Me?  I look outside and sweat.  I live in the pool. I keep hoping that I’ll wake up one day and it will be 18 degrees.

Yesterday seemed hotter than usual, and I snapped this photo of a guy who was cooking chicken in oil in a street-food cart on asphalt.  Even he seemed to think it was hot.


4 degrees and raining. I need some surf.

So, here is some surf.  It’s a shot I took in Oregon this summer.  I took whole bunch of shots along the beach so that on rainy, crappy days like today I could go to my photo files and feel the summer warmth.

Comfort from the past.

Aaaaaahhhhh…


Mind on the beach

Where I’m going to be in a week?  At school, back at work for the next ten months.

Where I wish I was going in a week?  Back to the sandy beach of the Oregon Coast.

I guess there’s always the lottery to make that come true.  Or, another 21 years and then retirement.

C’mon lottery…

 


Weekly Photo Challenge, part two: Up (in the air)

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.


Low-tide pools

When dusk hits the Oregon Coast, at least where we were camping, the tide goes out and leave these nice little pools all over the beach.  Now, some of the slower, less intelligent organisms get left behind on the beach and in the pools.  Jelly fish, starfish, little shrimp, all left behind by the retreating ocean.  What this process does for the photographer is leave an odd, asymmetrical pattern that reflects the light of the sunset, which is beautiful.

 


The entrance to the Pacific: Cannon Beach style

Cannon Beach is a beautiful spot on the Oregon Coast.  It is one of the many “entrances” to the Pacific Ocean along the coast.

Its major landmarks are the rocks and the beach you see above. What you see is “Haystack Rock” and “The Needles”.  Needles and a haystack – get it?  If this view looks familiar to you but you’ve never been to the Oregon Coast, then you’ve seen films like The Goonies or Kindergarten Cop.  Both films feature Haystack Rock.

Kindergarten Cop hobbles together a bunch of scenes that are all supposedly in Astoria, OR, but in reality are three different areas – Cannon Beach, the highway to Seaside, OR, and Astoria itself.  The Goonies also purports that Cannon Beach and Astoria are situated right next to each other.  Astoria and Cannon Beach, in reality are twenty-five miles apart (40 kilometers).  It’s as though Hollywood producers figure that most people will never go to the coast and will never be able to tell.

Silly producers.

Here’s another, similar view of Cannon Beach.  It’s a panorama put together from four different photographs.  Click on it and you ‘ll get a much wider view of the beach.


A spot on the beach…I think it’s a girl

Photo Friday’s challenge this week was “Spot“.  When I was in Oregon last week I spotted this woman on the beach far below the viewpoint that Oregon nicely provides to travelers.  This beach is situated between Cannon Beach and Arcadia Beach.  Both are beautiful beaches and in order to get to the area that you see above you have to walk from either of those two beaches.  There is no direct route to this beach.

It looks like the perfect place to take a walk, doesn’t it?

 


Happy place…go to my happy place.

The Canucks are (currently) losing the fourth game of the Stanley Cup.  The score, right now, is 3-0.  I am currently thinking words I haven’t thought since I was working in landscaping in the rain.  I hate Boston right now.  Hate is a strong word, but I’m not sure it’s strong enough right now.  I mean the Bruins, but where my brain is at this moment makes me also hate the Red Sox and the Patriots…what the heck – the whole city.  They’ve played a cheap game since game 1, but the Canucks have stopped playing the type of game that got them the President’s Cup.

I obviously don’t hate the whole city, but I’m ready for the cheap-shotting, injury faking (Horton obviously excluded) Bruins to go away.  Now.  Please.

It’s also June and I’ve got a week and half left of instruction and I’m ready for a vacation.  The stresses of my job along with the stresses of watching the Stanley Cup series has got me wishing I was on the Oregon Coast with little to nothing on my mind.  Nothing at all.  Nothing.

 


My body’s in the game, but my head’s on the Oregon coast.

Tomorrow is the third full day of teaching for me in the 2010-11 school year.  It is the beginning of my 11th year in Abbotsford, BC.  It is an exciting year, as the student leadership program that I started at my school has really taken off and the next three weeks will test how well I’ve done my job as a student leadership teacher and I’m so proud of what my students are doing.  But…

My head is on the Oregon Coast.  Nehalem Bay State Park, to be precise, as in the photo above.  I had such an amazing time with my wife and children on the Oregon Coast this summer that I find my head, my brain, drifting off during downtime in class to the beach, the dunes, the camping.  I’m not sure how much longer this brain-drift will happen, but I’m having a great deal of difficulty staying on task.  Any advice?


One of many reasons that I don’t want to go back to work.

I am a teacher.  I get two months off work over summer, two weeks at Christmas and another two in Spring.  I have a pretty amazing job when it comes to holidays.  I can justify it to people I know who are not in the teaching field by saying that I am only paid for ten months of work and that I take two months unpaid, but it doesn’t make my job any less awesome for holidays.

I love my summers.  One thing I was not prepared for, however, was how emotionally attached I would become to my holidays.  But that was before I had children.  Now, I spend the first week getting used to being at home and follow that up with seven weeks of doing nothing but spending time with them.  Days, while my wife was at work, with them and I going to bookstores, parks, lakes, trails, skate parks and, well, you get the idea.  Now, with school starting tomorrow, I’m in mourning.  My daughter and I took a walk this weekend to buy our favorite Greek yogurt and stopped at the fountains at the nearby condominium development.  I don’t know to what tune she was dancing but she climbed to a spot a short distance away from me and got down to a song I couldn’t hear.

It’s not that we won’t have those moments now that school has started, but we won’t have the luxury of doing them whenever we like.

She is a reason I don’t want to go back to work.


Summer joy with total abandon

Is this not the picture of the joy of summer?

We went to a little work BBQ for my wife and the kids got to do a little swimming in the pool.  Honestly, I don’t remember the last time I just went at a swimming pool with total abandon like my son is doing above.  The arms akimbo, the momentary flight, the lack of concern for personal safety (while wearing a life jacket, mind you) makes me smile.  In a time when playgrounds are being made more and more safe and people who, apparently, were never children are making decisions about child safety it’s wondrous to let my son run on the deck of a pool and jump in with total effort.

Pentax K20D; Pentax M SMC 5omm; f1.7; ISO 100; 1/200 sec.


Life is getting back to normal

Hi.  I’ve been a bit busy lately, so I thought I’d tell a short story through photos to illustrate part of why I’ve taken an accidental one month hiatus from posting photos.  Besides the ending of the school year, which was busy (as usual) and emotional (we lost quite a few staff members to layoffs, transfers and retirement), the Family B moved.  We sold our house in May and moved on July 1st.  We’ve found a few perks have come with moving to a new house.

This is Cultus Lake.  It’s a summer retreat that fills up with Lower Mainlanders from everywhere from Vancouver to Chilliwack.  It used to be 40 minutes away from home; now it’s only 15 minutes away.  Yay!

Yesterday morning the kids and I went for a walk.  This is off the Rotary Trail, which is five minutes from our front door.  I guess there’s no excuse not to go for walks along the river.

Last night, while barbecuing on our deck, I snapped this photo (actually a photomerge of two photos to create the panorama effect).  This is the view out my back patio doors.  Yay!

There are some drawbacks to moving (stress of the physical and mental varieties / moving further away from my family), but I think the move has been positive.  I plan to post daily starting today.  Thanks for checking in an sticking with me.  See you tomorrow.


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