This Hindu temple was a ten minute walk down the beach from our hotel. A beautiful reminder of the religious heritage of Lombok.
I don’t have any new Canadian photos to post, but in honour of my country’s 146th birthday I have posted a photo of what I have come to think of as my home. I hope you like it.
To my Canadian friends and family…Happy Canada Day!
This is the other Lombok sunset photo I managed to take.
Oh yeah…that island one the horizon? Bali.
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.
As you can see, there is no temple in this photo. The people standing knee-deep in water are carrying offerings from the mainland of Bali (Bali is an island…does it have a “mainland”?) to the Tanah Lot temple, which is located on a small, but considerable, rock just slightly offshore.
Their numbers are due in large part to the full moon that was occurring that night…and being a religious people who put great stock in the lunar cycle, there were many, many people all around Bali bringing offerings to their temples at this time.
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?
A sunrise might be a bit of a cliche for this challenge, but it’s what I’ve got sitting in my files and is recent…about six days old. It’s the inlet at Palu, Sulawesi. I posted another sunrise photo earlier this week, but that was taken about fifteen minutes before this one.
I’m sick, but beautiful sunrises always cheer me up.
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.
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.
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.
The pool in our complex is a wonderful respite from a hot day, which is nearly every day here in Jakarta. It’s not heated, but that’s a very good thing when it’s 34 degrees celsius outside.
After a fun day at Indonesian Imigrasi and in meetings and planning and…and…you know, it was a pretty good day. Still, coming home and climbing into the pool in our housing complex was pretty good too.
This is the pool we visit. Our complex has two pools, but this is closest and, in my humble opinion, the nicest. I’ve been swimming more often in this pool in the week I’ve lived here in Jakarta than I swam in any pool in the past ten years. It’s pretty amazing how all my stress from a day drifts off while I’m swimming.
There’s a story I read, once, that Ansel Adams told about his “Moonrise, Hernandez, New Mexico” photo. It is one of the most evocative photos, with the moonlight reflecting off of gravestones and crosses in a cemetery in New Mexico. As he tells it, he was driving away from another photo shoot. He saw the moonlight reflecting off the cemetery as he was driving, so he pulled over to the side of the road, took out his camera and climbed up on his car, set up his tripod, managed a shot and…then the moon moved on. A minute later and he would never have taken this photo.
It’s a cool story because of the timing. Much of what makes a good photo is timing.
Above is my photo taken along the Sumas River. It’s as much of an Adams photo as I’ve taken so far. He will continue to inspire me and I will continue to photograph.
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.
I took this shot on my way home last week. It’s the Sumas River. I drive alongside it most of the way home.
I thought I had this beautiful shot of the willows’ reflections in the water. It looked great in the camera’s LCD. I got home, downloaded it and found that there were two ducks mucking up the perfect reflections.
Thanks a lot, ducks. I think it turned out alright, even with the water-”foul”.
What is it about black and white photos that feels so cold?
It was a very cool morning when I shot this. I was wearing a cardigan sweater and t-shirt and freezing my niblets off as I stood on the back end of the ferry to take this shot. When I was playing around with this in processing, I flipped the RAW photo to grayscale and felt that the photo suddenly matched the feeling that I had while I was on the ferry.
So, why it is that black and white photos feel cold? Anyone?
I don’t know what’s more interesting – the boats on the water, waiting to take their owners on watery adventures, or the reflections of the boats in the water.
Photographically speaking, I’m enamored of the reflections. I love how everything is mirrored, but not quite exactly. There’s that wavering quality that suggests that the world below is just like ours, but dreamier.
So here’s Hell’s Gate. It’s 175 feet deep right at the point that you see above. It’s a ridiculously fast and furious and deep and scary. Also, it’s a tourist space now and much less scary when you get to walk across it on a totally safe suspension bridge.
I said, “Uh…I could if you like.”
“Well, you don’t have to, but they’re so pretty.”
So here’s a photo of the leaves from the day lilies with pretty water droplets from the soaker hose. Oh, and if you’re interested, the day lilies are in yesterday’s post. They’re pretty as well.
On a rare, sunny day in January, I went out to the Public Library. Our library in Chilliwack, BC, is next to a park in which someone wisely planted a fake pond. Yes, fake pond. Complete with water fountain in the middle. I’m sure there’s something natural that was the initial inspiration for this pond, but now it’s a magnet for ducks and geese, like the stately gentleman above. They show up because the people who frequent the library and the park often feed them.
As for the photo, I liked the way the water was an unnatural orangy-yellow from the sunlight that peered out from behind the clouds for two and three minutes stints throughout the day. Yay, Vitamin D!
And judging from what I just wrote, I’m way too excited about a possible early spring and a few more minutes of sunshine. Pathetic.
We have had a ton of rain lately, to the point where many of the smaller rivers and streams have been overflowing their banks. All of the low spots in fields around Chilliwack have been filling up with water as well. The weather’s been so unpredictable lately – last week there were small children skating on this pond and now, you can’t tell there was a snow day last week. I’d hate to be a meteorologist right now.
What has been great is the number of photographic spots. For whatever reason, I’m really feeling the reflective business right now. I don’t know if it’s because I’m at the semester end or if my subconscious is feeling neglected, but I want to take pictures of everything with a reflection right now. Maybe I need a counselor. Oh well. Pretty barn.
While I visited Garry Point Park, in Steveston, BC, I spent a large portion of the day on the beach. I was quite fascinated by the small rivulets, or their trails, that ran away from this rock.
I was also happy with the bokeh of the lens I just bought. It’s a 70-210mm Tokina, with the largest aperture of f3.5. So far I’m just playing with it, but it seems pretty good. What do you think?
This was a definite highlight of my Vegas trip. Outside the Bellagio Hotel and Casino, from 8:00 until midnight, is a musical fountain and draws hundreds of people to the shore of the lake every fifteen minutes. I don’t know why it is that I can be so mesmerized by lights and water set to the tune of Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini, almost emotional even. Perhaps it was the fact that I was extremely tired after a long day of flying and then wandering Las Vegas all day. Perhaps I am just amazed by simple things. I know, the kind of computer programming that must be required to pull this off, the ridiculous time and money that must have gone into constructing this, but the result is something simple – lights and water and music. And I stand amazed.