A Starbucks Mocha Frap with a blueberry muffin. That’s what I ate for breakfast this morning, in the Soekarno-Hatta International Airport. It was delicious.
One curious thing, though: whenever I order a tall frap, I am served a grande. I don’t know why, but in a country with many small people, they only serve really big drinks at Starbucks.
I had a lovely date with my wife tonight. We went Christmas shopping. That has nothing to do with the photo. I’m just happy and felt like sharing.
I hope you like the photo.
Tiga. Number three. The third part of my commute. Here it is…no words.
The first week of school is finished and I can’t sleep in. It took me all of four days of waking up early to put my body into school mode. I wish I could sleep in, but at 6:51 a.m. this morning I woke up and stared at my alarm clock. The alarm was off, the house was quiet, my children and my wife were still asleep, but my brain was ready to go. I dressed, grabbed my camera and took a drive to Cultus Lake. The clouds were lifting as I drove, lifting just enough to make it look like someone had spread cotton batting over the treetops. It was a beautiful morning.
I took many photos this morning, but most of them were planned. The geese were not. I heard them coming, aimed the camera up and took two shots. Wrong lens, wrong aperture, not bad shot.