I always adore this type of window / door. It’s a little bit tedious to clean, but I wouldn’t mind.
Nowadays I noticed a lot of restaurants in Jakarta are using all these old components to decorate their establishments. With various colors and sizes, either hanging on the wall or from the ceiling, these windows / doors certainly cheers the atmosphere up.
Shot with iPhone 4S
A couple of days ago, armed with my camera, I made an impromptu visit to the National Museum. As unplanned as it was, I was still so disappointed that upon arrival, the guards told me that the main building is closed. What the *beep*? A museum can’t be closed unannounced, can it?
Well, they technically were not closed, as the adjacent new wing was open, into which the visitors were directed. However, I was utterly disappointed with the collections they placed there. Knowing how extensive the contents of the ‘real’ museum next door is, this makeshift displays of collection is a complete downgrade. At least they can do a proper ‘contingency plan’ if they really have to temporarily shut the main museum.
I felt sorry for the foreign visitors that day. I hope they won’t go home thinking that this piece of joke is our real national museum. How sad!
Shot with Canon 50D, Canon EF 24-105mm f/4L, shot in AV @ 1/15, f/4, focal length 24mm, ISO 400
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He would have been 76 today. It was a Sunday evening 35 years ago, when we heard the news about the crash of the helicopter he was flying. Needless to say, it was a shock, even for my 6 year old mind.
I still remember telling myself at that time, “Just think of it as if he’s away to America, but this time he will be going for a looooong time”. I believe it was my built-in system. A survival mechanism of a 6 year old girl. Yes, at that time USA, the country where my father sometimes needed to go to, seemed to be so far away for me.
There were times in my early teenage life when I was thinking, “What if, just if, he actually did not pass away, as I have never seen his body. What if, he’s actually still alive, somewhere else, living a different life”.
Until one day in my late teenage year, it actually crossed my mind that, yes of course he’s gone. In fact, his body is so gone until what is left inside his grave would be only bones. But that was only the story of human physic. The real him is actually still alive somewhere in my current life, in my memory…
Here’s the picture of one of the items which he had with him when the fatal accident happened. His 50mm lens, complete with its hood, is still attached to the camera body, while the body is cracked open beyond repair. It’s the most precious camera which I treasure…
Shot with Canon 50D, Canon EF 50mm f1.8 II, shot in M @ 1/30, f/2, ISO 400
I used to love to collect big solid wood antique pieces. But with our nomadic lifestyle, it’s nearly impossible to continue this hobby. All of the pieces I bought are just sitting now in my mother’s house. Nice to look at, yet too big to be accommodated in our current home.
This door handle is from my favorite piece. It’s a gigantic Javanese style door frame with 4 different door panels, made out of solid wood (read : non-dismantleable), measuring approximately 5m wide and 3m height. Beautiful is an understatement. For sure I will never ever be able to find a piece like that, with the price when I bought it. Shot with
Canon 50D, Canon EF 24-105mm f/4L, shot in AV @ 1/4, f/4, focal length 24mm, ISO 400