I have a confession. I’ve been spending more time on Flickr.com than on my own site. How pathetic am I? I’ve been feeling lately as if my time is being severed minute by minute, into smaller increments – less time online equals more concentrated efforts. Unfortunately I’ve focused on photography more than updating my blog in past weeks. The attraction to flickr is the ability to simply post a picture and move on to other work, whereas this blog demandsRead more
Posts tagged: #Indonesia
Images from Aceh and Sumatra
I spent the day away from the television and its disturbing imagery. Tonight, witnessing the local news coverage from Indonesian stations has forever etched the horror into my memory. Once again, they are showing video and photographs that will never reach the major media networks. A few examples of what I’m seeing: Military men pulling bodies from the waist high water, and stacking them in trucks like bags of rice. Relief workers climbing trees to remove the bodies of thoseRead more
Local Television Coverage
Flipping through the various news stations, I came upon MetroTV – an Indonesian station. There is none of the edited footage being looped on BBC or CNN – they’re showing rooms full of children who’ve drowned, stacks of bodies being taken away in ambulances, mothers finding their infants dead. The hardest part is seeing the children – they are showing a dozen children lying in a row, all dead. I’m truly sorry if this image offends you, however, I doRead more
Gone
I’ll be away for a few days. We’re heading down to the south coast of Java to get some surf and sun. It doesn’t feel like Christmas with 85 degrees and no snow, but at least part of my family is here. I should be returning to Jakarta before heading to Bali (hopefully). I’ll be reconsidering the direction of my site when I return, mainly in my writing, but I’ll be sure to keep up the images. Perhaps some ofRead more
Bleeding the Ozone
As the evening set in, the colors of my bedroom took on a doomsday glow. I stepped out onto the balcony, sucked in a breath of the balmy, acidic stuff they call air, and glanced westward. The sky was in pain. It was as if hell had punctured the earth right here in Jakarta. In all my life, I’ve never seen a sky as burning red and intensely saturated. Pollution breeds art.Read more
Wet Canvas
Now why don’t he write! My apologies. I’ve been spending time with my brother, pouring over a 500 page “Photoshop for Photographers” slab of wood, reading “Dream Number 9” by David Mitchell, and creating a company advertisement for the Indonesian owned Garuda Airlines – due this Friday. I’ve only been able to take my brother around Jakarta thus far. I’ve been too busy with work obligations to explore beyond that. I’d be interested in hearing his opinion on things –Read more