There are two seasons in Jakarta, maybe in all of Indonesia: hot and sunny(ish – it’s not always easy to tell with the smog), and hot and rainy. The rainy season is a bit of a debate – most people have their own definition of the rainy season: oh, it’s from November to January…no, it’s from October to December…no, wait, it’s from December to March. Then, wait, it’s from March to April. No one seems to know. The consensus right now is that we’re in the rainy season. This is what the sky looks like after it rains.
Yes,it’s full colour. Yes, it looks like it’s been shoved through a filter. Not, it hasn’t been.
I’m sick, but beautiful sunrises always cheer me up.
…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.
I remember a March or two wherein the sun shone and the clouds parted. Today? Today it dumped snow.
I don’t know about you, but my feeling is that photos like these should not be possible in March. Sure, in Saskatchewan or Minnesota, but in the Fraser Valley of British Columbia? Actually, I think it was warmer in Saskatoon today than it was here in Chilliwack.
Stupid global warming.
Nice photography weather, though.
The sun was out for a bit this afternoon and my drive home was kind of pretty. I stopped on Number 2 Road to shoot this. The sun was catching everything perfectly and there was room on the side of the road, so lucky me.
I ran it through processing and tried out this sepia tone. What do you think?
Instead, my day ended with a drizzle at 4 degrees. It did, however, end with a cold walk with a friend in that 4 degree rain and that was good. The photo is from a few days ago when the weather still reassured me and made me feel like I was living in the most beautiful place in the world. Now, I feel like I’m living in the “before” part of a depression medication commercial – all clouds and grey and cold.
At least I’ve got the memory and photo of last week’s beautiful sunset.
There was a horrible rainstorm when I left exam marking today. As I made my way out to the valley, the clouds broke up and blue sky took over. It was refreshing, as I’m used to it working the other way – blue sky in Vancouver and clouds and showers in the Valley. However, if the nimbus underbelly of these cumulus clouds is any indication, the showers may have followed me home.
I’ve always felt as though cloud shots never quite pan out the right way, but I just shot these a few minutes ago and then I merged three photos to get the full view of the clouds in my backyard.
I know that I’m perpetuating a Canadian stereotype by posting this photo (“…and yesterday’s,” he added, sotto voce), but the beauty of a snowy sunrise is nearly unsurpassed by any other experience. The way the snow looks a kind of blue, but the orange of the fiery sunrise is also reflected, gives this snowy photo a kind of zen, cool calm. The air, for your reference, was cool and brisk and the snow was dry (until I stepped through a thin layer of ice to find a big puddle). I know dry snow might seem oxymoronical (it’s a word – if it wasn’t I couldn’t have said it and written it), but this snow is light and fluffy and can be swept from your car easily. That’s the way I like my snow – that’s not the way I’d ever want to be described. “Oh, yeah, Marc? He’s light and fluffy and can be swept from your car quite easily.”
Oh, and for all of you thinking of heading north of the 49th parallel and asking for directions to the nearest snowmobiling or skiing venue, stop by my igloo. It’s right across the street from the ice rink and skate park. I’ll make sure you make it to your snow safely.
Seriously. I don’t remember the last time that the Lower Mainland of British Columbia had three days of sun in a row. I know that most of the critics will tell me that if I hate it so much there are many places in the world that will satisfy my sunny desires. I know that by the time summer rolls around I’ll be sick of the twenty days of sun in a row. But it’s April and there’s supposed to be some sunshine (and not the “liquid sunshine” that everyone keeps telling me to enjoy).
As a Lower Mainlander, I reserve the right to complain about the weather, even when it’s some of the nicest weather in Canada.
Alright. There it is.
The sun was actually out this morning, just to tease me; then it settled back in behind the clouds and laughed at me and my hopes. At least, that’s the way it felt. I know – if I don’t like the rain, move out of the valley, but I like to complain so, I guess, it all works out for me.
…and I’m kind of excited that Spring is nearly here. It’s been unseasonably cold, windy and snowy here in the Canadian West. We’ve usually had one or two shorts days already and we’re usually very passive-aggressive about how the rest of Canada should really move our way. We tell our friends from around the rest of Canada that we’re sorry to hear they’re still under a foot or two of snow and, “Boy, we’d sure rather have that than all of our rain.” But really, we’re happy here and we think the rest of the world would be happier if their weather was more like ours.
So, I was driving home from work yesterday and as I left Abbotsford and grew closer to Chilliwack, the snow started to fall. Well, not fall, exactly. More like, um, assault my car. I could hear it hitting the windshield with a “paff” sound that made me think of disintegrating moths. But thousands of them, at once. Visibility grew to nearly nil, drivers around me slowed to a near halt, and we all took part in the Lower Mainland ritual of cursing weather we don’t understand. For whatever reason, the moment it started, I thought of Ned Flanders, when his house was torn away by a tornado and the town pulled together to build a new house for him. The work they did was done “Shoddilly-iddily-iddily-diddly” and Ned tries to “diddly” his way out of his rage, but then finally explodes in “aaaw hell diddly ding dong crap!”
Every time I see this episode I think that someday that’ll be me. It makes me laugh, a lot. And when the snow started to fall last night on the drive home, I felt like Ned. But then I got to thinking. Why do we curse the weather? What is it about precipitation that can bring out the worst in us? Why is it that snow can make me curse, and hail makes me laugh? Why do I feel better when the sun comes out, even in the middle of a cold and stormy day? Why are clouds associated with depression (even the pharmaceutical companies have played on that trope)? Why are we so emotionally wrapped up in weather?
BTW, I “sepia-ed” this same photo because both my wife and I thought it had an “old” look to it. What do you think? Which is the better photo?
A bit of a rehash, although I’ve never posted this particular photo before. This is from the first days of my current camera. I snapped this back in the autumn of 2009. I’m posting it here, today, because of Photo Friday‘s “Trees” challenge this week. Seeing as how it’s been raining torrents here in the Lower Mainland and I’ve been finishing off the second term of the first semester of school, I’ve had few chances to shoot anything new in the past week. So, here’s a walk in the park, so to speak.
I love the colors, which is saying something because the lower mainland of British Columbia does not get a very long, nor vibrant, fall. We have two seasons: wet, and for two weeks in the summer, hot. I’m not complaining. I’m flying to Edmonton next weekend and already I have a chill in my underpants thinking about weather at 20 degrees below zero, so warm and rainy is not so bad. But when I have to miss out on all four seasons, I might be allowed to whine a little. So…wah.
I like when you can see the hint of a storm in the offing. The clouds up and to the left have a touch of grey that suggests we’re in for a fun afternoon. It turned out to be a nice day, but that grey lining never left, always threatening. In fact, now that I think about it, what’s that junk about a cloud having a silver lining? If silver is a type of grey, then a silver lining would be a bad thing, no?
So it’s been a freakin’ nightmare of a late spring in the lower mainland of British Columbia. Apparently when someone begged for sun for the Olympics the gods granted us our June sun in February, and cruddy February weather is hitting us now. Weather forecasters have taken to predicting a cloudy day with sunny breaks and a chance of showers. For crying out loud, I don’t need a degree in meteorology to make that prediction. You can blindly point at the sky from October to May and get that right in BC.
I don’t even mind the rain. I just don’t want it every day. I also would like to leave the house knowing that what I’m wearing might be applicable and practical for at least five minutes. ARGH!
Pentax K20D; Pentax DA 18-55mm AL II; f16; ISO 100; 1/200 sec.
p.s. I am sorry that I’ve been posting once a week lately. Life as a high school teacher in May/June is a bit hectic. I should start to be more consistent in my posting in the next week or two. Thanks for your patience.