If you’ve seen Mr. Bean then you know he’s unpredictable, but today he showed up in Jakarta.
Okay, so that’s not entirely true, but the mall attached to our school opened, officially, today and one of the anchor stores, Debenham’s, decorated with Mini Coopers and, apparently, Mr. Bean.
It’s definitely the weirdest school situation with which I’ve been involved.
I don’t know how it happened. I took this photo of one of the elephants at Ragunan Zoo just over three weeks ago. Somehow, I missed this photo of an elephant. This monstrously large animal lumbered around its habitat, but I was able to shrink it down in a photo, and then it disappeared on my hard drive.
Hmm…is there a lesson in this?
Yay! Today’s lesson is the alphabet…and P is for…pepper. Pepper…Salt ‘n’ Pepper. Salt ‘n’ Pepa. Red Hot Chili Pepper(s). Pepper Adams. Chip and Pepper. Pepper Potts. Green, Red, Orange, and Yellow Pepper. Chili, Serrano, Habanero, Jalapeno, and Banana Pepper. Pepper, pepper, pepper.
I’m so tired.
My son and I rented a tandem bike from the bike rental guys in the Batavia City Square. The bike was too small for me and too big for Ben, and whenever he pedaled the chain fell off. I did all the biking, and we had fun, but next time I’m riding one of these bikes. I’ll look a little less like the circus bear riding a bike.
This past Sunday, my family and I attended a church that is in the downtown of South Jakarta. It is on the second floor of a bank building, next to and across the street from a number of very tall buildings. I left the church after my family and made my way down the street when the reflection of this one building in the glass of another caught my attention.
I turned my camera towards it, aimed, and fired off three shots. As I took the last shot, I heard, “Hey! Hey! No bagus! No bagus!” A security guard had seen me snapping photos and moved from his post to a spot about two hundred meters from me and was yelling at me, telling me that what I was doing was not good (“bagus”, which is pronounced “ba-goose”, means good). I waved, and put my camera behind my back and walked away, and so did he.
I looked up the name of the building later – it’s an energy company. I wasn’t even shooting the building itself, just the reflection of another building. I wonder what they’re hiding in there.
Oh yeah…sorry for the scrolling. If you want to see the whole thing in one shot, click on the photo.
I am decidedly literal on this one. The sun was out, shockingly, as I was on my commute home and I found that shooting straight into the sun meant two things: one, if I cranked up the aperture I got this cool star shape out of the sun; and two, I couldn’t see very well for a few minutes and that meant I had to sit in the car until I could see out of both eyes.
I like the way the clouds look painted on. I’ve never shot directly into the sun, but I like the way this turned out.
What do you think?
I was marking Provincial Exams at Simon Fraser University today and the weather was insultingly beautiful. Insulting because it was beautiful and I was contractually obligated to sit in a room and watch the sun pass across the sky through our classroom window.
I got out during lunch and shot some of the area and managed to get some wonderful candids. The one above is a photomerge of two captures taken one after the other. He was really moving, apparently. I was just playing around but it seemed kind of fun so I’m posting it. It’s about the most obviously manufactured photo I’ve ever posted here. I hope you find it amusing.
This photograph is the cause of probably one of my happiest school-based moments in the past few weeks.
I went to discuss something with my colleague who is in charge of our IT department. He wasn’t in the room – sick day or something – so I went through to the back room where old, dead monitors and computer towers go to die. The room had served as a graveyard of sorts for all of the defunct computers and accessories from the entire school. They were being collected to be properly recycled. Due to the more immediate technological problems in our school system, many of our dead monitors had not been picked up, so my colleague decided to build an igloo out of them.
I laughed. I guffawed. I chuckled. The only thing I wish was that it was hollow and that I could have climbed inside. Instead, I went out to my car, grabbed my camera and snapped some shots.
TK 413 was pretty sure that riding his bike was saving the environment, but he longed to ride his speeder again.
And he was darn sure that Darth Vader wasn’t riding his Schwinn.
I love finding unintended faces in objects. In this case, my sister made a brilliant and delicious cherry-chip birthday cake for herself. She, being the candy addict she is, covered it in jelly beans, fuzzy peach rings, gummy fruit slices and skittles. When it was served I noticed that my piece was frowning. I think this is because of two things: one, my sister made her own birthday cake. She can say whatever she likes about being a busy mother of two boys under four years old but I think it’s a little sad to have to make your own cake. The second reason is that this piece of cake got one look at me and my belly and thought, “There’s no hope. I will be eaten. Entirely.”
Poor sad cake. You’re so sad.
While I waited for my daughter to get out of class a couple of days ago, I noticed this sign on the driveway of her school. I also noticed the sports car in the background. I know that it is a sports car and not a bus because it is small, silver, and has a spoiler on the back of it. I rode the school bus when I was a kid and know that a bus is huge, yellow, and does not (unless it’s in a demolition derby or some kind of school bus version of a Formula One style race) have a spoiler. My deductive reasoning skills tell me that this car is out of place.
It is also out of place not just because someone is breaking the rules but because someone at my daughter’s school drives a sports car at all. Most teachers do not drive sports cars. The obvious reason is economics, given our current rough times. The less obvious reason is that most teachers I know are sensible, reasonable people who would see little need in driving a car with more horsepower and performance capability than they could or would ever use. We’re practical people, us teachers. Sports cars aren’t practical. And…oh…I just figured it out.
This car must belong to a parent. Never mind.
Pentax K20D; Pentax M SMC 50mm; f1.7; ISO 100; 1/640 sec.