I completed my Master’s degree (the coursework) today, and went on a three hour photowalk with a Jakartan expat. It was a great, tiring, overwhelming, amazing day.
This photo was one of more than two hundred shot today. Looks like I’m back on the photoblog.
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.
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.
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.
Ooh…so tired. Parent-teacher conferences tomorrow. A two-day school week with students. Some kind of Indonesian religious observance this weekend. It’s only Tuesday night, but I’m tired like it’s Friday.
Good night. Sleep well.