A few photos, for momentum's sake

Having trouble finding the confluence of time and motivation to finish writing the updates half done in my head. But in the interests of momentum, maybe if I just post a few photos from the story so far. Here's a couple of photos from back in February.

Kai enjoying kelapa muda - young coconut - after a swim at Rumah Budaya Tembi 

Charlie rides his Skootcase through the mall on Valentine's Day.

Quick and random: bath mat

The floor mat outside the toilet at Wisma Bahasa language school. Just look at it for a little while. And ponder.

Somewhere, sometime, somehow, someone thought it would be a good idea to make a bath mat. Makes sense, bathroom floors in Indonesia are very wet things.

But to distinguish this bath mat from the many others on the market they needed a catchy design. And why not choose - of all the many things in the universe to wipe one's feet on - why not choose tennis balls?

But what really gets me is this: if you are going to depict and identify tennis balls on your bath mat, why use an image of baseballs?

#100HappyDays - Day 35 - Proud Dad, and photo fun

The son continues to amaze us every day with his rapidly advancing mind. He's three years, and about four and a half years old. And can count to over 100 in two languages (over a thousand in English!), sing songs in Indonesian, and is already showing an ability to read and write. I've never been a parent before - perhaps this normal, I don;t know. But he certainly amazes me.

Only 9 (or maybe 10) of the letters on this page were written by his mum. The rest - all Charlie.

I accidentally took this photo in our bathroom, playing around with depth-of-field. I like how this turned out (without any editing at all).











When I corrected the camera settings, here is actually what I was trying to shoot.

#100HappyDays - Day 22 - Roof top rave party (random Jogja adventures)

Photo: Dave Hodgkin

Rocked up to a #SoundCloudYogyakarta meetup last night. On a rooftop of a milkbar karaoke club. The host recognises me, drags me up in front of the crowd and interviews me like some kind of celebrity. Then we watch a cool live electronica act, and when the performer runs out of prepared material, he invites anyone from the audience to jam with him. No one else seemed keen, so why the heck not?

Photo: Dave Hodgkin

So I'm randomly jamming with a Jogja DJ/Producer, playing electro bass lines completely unrehearsed to a crowd of maybe 70 or so Indonesians. This city, and the random, crazy stuff that happens if you let it - happy days indeed.