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I love (not really) posed photos

lombok man

 

I took a walk down to Pura Batu Bolong, a Hindu temple about a fifteen minute walk from my hotel in Lombok.  When I got there through the beach entrance (which I found out later made me totally rude and disrespectful to the temple), I was greeted very kindly by everyone.  I approached this man to ask him for permission – “Boleh saya foto kamu?” – and he graciously says, “yes.”  Then…he poses like this.

He’s very sweet, and he is a very nice guy.  What I was hoping for was a candid photo, but he wanted to pose.  I don’t like posed photos.  There is little that is natural about being fake…actually, nothing natural, unless one wants to get into a whole “people are always fake” debate, which I am not.

I took the photo, thanked him, and then waited for him to go do something natural.  Every time I raised my camera, he went in to pose mode.  I just smiled and moved on.

What was awesome was that there were three of this guy’s friends who were mimicking him, in each pose he threw at me.  A little extra smile between all of us.


She’s waiting? She’s exhausted? She’s given up?

What I’m finding the hardest part of Jakarta life is the towering architecture next to the destitute people.  I’ve blogged about this before, but dichotomy is a way of life here.  I want to save every one of these people who look like they need help.  At the same time, I can’t always tell who needs help.

This lady looked sad.  She could be really tired.  Maybe exasperated.  I don’t know.


We’re all weirdos.

I enjoy some of the commentary that occurs on concrete walls, written by what I can only guess are people who’ve decided that the conventional methods of communication are not suitable.

I don’t know what that thing is, with its little flag stating, “All the weirdos”, but he’s got it right.  I wish it said, “We’re all weirdos”, though.

I’m of the mind that we’re all strange and that’s what makes us human.  It’s the things we do and think and love and feel passionate about that make us who we are.  It’s only when we’re dumb enough to think that we need to fit in and conform and compromise our passions that we become less than who we are.

What are you weird about?