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Showing posts with label street photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label street photography. Show all posts
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Tuesday, November 08, 2011
Early Morning Walk
It was pretty early out and I decided to walk around this village a few miles shy of Mt. Merapi, Indonesia's most active volcano. I was going uphill and this elderly woman was walking down, presumably to make her way to the town market. I saw her already when I looked up and she was walking the steep slope down. I thought she looked quite regal as the early morning sun cast a soft glow on her face. She ambled down in a faded yet still beautiful green floral dress which I imagined shesewed herself when she was younger. We both smiled and called out "Selamat Pagi!" She, on her way down. I, on my way up.
As I turned around to watch her, a tiny vision of my future flashed before me. Someday, I will also be this woman. Out on a beautiful day, on the way for melons or pears or cabbages. My face will be lined with creases from years of laughter and from sorrows overcome. My gait still spry despite the years. I will return to a house, nearly topsy turvy with books and toys and the sound of my children and grandchildren playing and arguing and making up. There will always be a kettle boiling for tea.
I smiled to myself and thought that despite everything, I know I will be alright. I called out goodbye and she waved back and watched me make my way up towards the sun and trees.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Not Even The Trees
Did a bit of walking in order to do some writing. It was a fine, gray day, damp with a threat of rain and cold enough for me to wrap a scarf around. I almost wished there was a nearby moor where I could traipse in and yell, "Heathcliffffff!"
But no moors. Just naked trees slightly swinging against the somber sky.
But no moors. Just naked trees slightly swinging against the somber sky.
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
My Life As A Stray Dog
My grandfather once told me that dogs can't see color. I felt kind of sad. I can't imagine not seeing color. Color meant so much life.
So I pretended I was a stray dog and roamed around for a bit.
So I pretended I was a stray dog and roamed around for a bit.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
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