Old Jogjakarta
Merry Christmas everyone
I hope you have a great one! My entry is a little short tonight… I’m up late building things!Daily Photo – Old Jogjakarta
I visited this area of Jogjakarta day after day to get different light and different conditions. This is the old temple of Borobudur, and each of these “bells” is a stupa-cage that protects stone buddhas that sit inside.I wanted to get a photo of the inside, but it’s extremely difficult… so you’ll just have to take my word for it!
Saturday April 9, 2011
I had breakfast with Freeman Dyson, ended up having several conversations with Neal Stephenson, sat by Alexa Meade, talked about Icelandic horses with Stephen Tobolowsky and his wife, got to speak today between the great Elliot Erwitt and Max Ferguson, talked about the “haters’ with Masie Crow, discussed photography with Chris Rainier, shared adventure stories with Rachael Kinley, and decided to collaborate on something awesome in the future with Masa Kuwamura. Plus, about a dozen other remarkable things that are also worthy of mention! But I am so tired…. need to sleep after the…
And sometimes this is right when the police come to get you. Maybe they were security guards. But it was hard to tell in the dark – and, besides, I didn’t know the difference between the clothes of a security guards and a policeman in Indonesia. I had Will with me when these guys approached us, and he was no help at all. He did manage to keep them busy for a while so I could take some final shots, but we could tell that we had worn out our welcome. So then the guards started to escort us right out of there.
Sunday December 26, 2010
Prambanan Sunset
Great time at EG!
I’m having a good time in Monterey at the EG Conference and looking forward to the PhotoWalk on Sunday!I had breakfast with Freeman Dyson, ended up having several conversations with Neal Stephenson, sat by Alexa Meade, talked about Icelandic horses with Stephen Tobolowsky and his wife, got to speak today between the great Elliot Erwitt and Max Ferguson, talked about the “haters’ with Masie Crow, discussed photography with Chris Rainier, shared adventure stories with Rachael Kinley, and decided to collaborate on something awesome in the future with Masa Kuwamura. Plus, about a dozen other remarkable things that are also worthy of mention! But I am so tired…. need to sleep after the…
Daily Photo – Prambanan Sunset
Sometimes the lighting is best right after the sunset.And sometimes this is right when the police come to get you. Maybe they were security guards. But it was hard to tell in the dark – and, besides, I didn’t know the difference between the clothes of a security guards and a policeman in Indonesia. I had Will with me when these guys approached us, and he was no help at all. He did manage to keep them busy for a while so I could take some final shots, but we could tell that we had worn out our welcome. So then the guards started to escort us right out of there.
Mysteries of Indonesia
Glad you Enjoyed the Newsletter!
We had a huge response to the last free newsletter! It went out on Christmas Eve and was full of cool stuff. You can still get it if you sign up (it’s free). The welcome email has a link to all the newsletters, including the most recent, #20. Looking at the stats, our newsletter is opened up by well over 125% of the people to which it is sent! That means that many people forward to friends and family… that’s great! It’s helped us grow well beyond expectations!Today, we’re showing a new photo from Indonesia – the unique temple of Borobudur. This was taken prior to sunrise, when a thick layer of damp fog covered the mountain lowlands, where this temple is located outside of Jogjakarta. It was one of those very wet mornings when there is really no appropriate attire. It’s not too cool and not too hot – but just “uncomfortable.” I was listening to my music to make me forget about that nonsense though… it helped quite a bit!
And then, sticking to the theme of this week, I included a whole raft of photos I shot while in Indonesia… it just reminds me of how much I want to go back and explore more of that country!
Purple Sunset in Indonesia
Shooting after the Storm
Here is something new that I have accidentally figured out in the last few years.So, I watch clouds and skies all the time now. Sometimes, I feel a bit like a shaman, back arched against the sky, watching subtle clues on the horizon for upcoming deltas in the weather. I’ve become very sensitive to dozens of types of clouds, their layers and elevations in the atmosphere, and the incident angles of the sun in relation to the humidity.
If you are have in one of those late-afternoon storms in one of the tropics, the chances are pretty good for a spectacular sunset. The “quick storm” is usually a localized cell where the clouds don’t reach to the horizon. This means that the sun will be able to dip below the clouds and light them from underneath. Watch for this.
Daily Photo – Purple Sunset in Indonesia
I promised that I would continue my story about the dead body in Indonesia, so here it is. It doesn’t really go with a pretty sunset, but, well, here we go. It’s short and not too spectacular, so don’t get your hopes up for a good old-fashioned dead-body story.While walking through downtown Jogjakarta with Will the crowds were thick. There were thousands of Indonesians walking around through busy downtown streets. It was an area without cars, but hundreds of bikes and carts darted in and out of the traffic. It was not really a commercial district, but it was somewhat third-world in the types of little shack-like stores that fringed the edges. Food carts rolled around selling hot, steaming mysterious meat-mashes and small ziplocks of coconut juice hung from poles, ready for sale.
After walking through a bit, we approached a curb where we saw some poor soul splayed out across the concrete. I’ve seen thousands of homeless / passed out / drunk / unfortunates splayed out in the street before, but this was different. This guy was dead. You can just tell. People walked around him and certainly regarded him as an empty shell. People would kind of step on or trip on bits here or there. I passed by his legs and didn’t quite know what to do. There was no one stopping to help, and I didn’t really want to get involved, since I don’t speak the language and didn’t want to get carted off for questioning/shakedown.
So I passed by and Will said, “Do you think that guy was dead?”. I nodded and we got the hell outta there.
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