Tuesday, March 27, 2018

The Balinese Dancer

The Balinese Dancer

I have a bad habit. I tend to keep useless things around me and don't easily throw away anything that for other people may be considered as trash. I always think that probably someday the "useless" thing can be utilized. Perhaps, I still don't know how to use it today but I may find it one day in future.

The habit caused my wife complained me a lot. It makes our home messy and full of "unnecessary" things.

I bring also the character into my hobby, photography. I learned about KILL THE BABIES concept which asks a photographer to throw away or delete "bad" photos. I delete some but I keep quite a lot, even though the photos are a bit out of focus or a little out of focus.

And, that makes me feel lucky to do that.

After I learned how to operate GIMP, a photo editing software, I found that the "bad" photos can be rectified  and made into "proper" photos. Even, it's quite nice actually.

The above Balinese Dancer is among them, among photos that perhaps a professional photographer would immediately delete as soon as they took it. I kept it for almost 2 years and I think it's now useful.

Saturday, March 24, 2018

Don't Worry About Your Weight, You're Perfect

Don't Worry About Your Weight, You're Perfect
Bogor Botanical Gardens - 2017

You always say to me that you are worried about your body. You regularly have a concern about kilograms you gained year by year. You can't stop saying that your shape has been getting wider and wider.

You always mention how you would like to take a diet program to reduce your weight and make your body shape a bit more slimmer.

But, my dear wife, please don't worry about your weight. To me, you are perfect. You are still the same as the girl I married to 17 years ago.

There is no change. I still look at you the same as when I first met you.

We have been sharing everything, bad or good things, happiness or sadness, together. You and I always provide our shoulder to cry on for each other.

If only I could weigh the happiness I gained during the years, I would show you that the happiness you gave to me was incomparable with few kilograms your body gained. Trust me.

So, please don't worry about your weight, you're perfect for me.

Friday, March 23, 2018

Don't Forget To Bring An Umbrella

Don't Forget To Bring An Umbrella
Suryakenca Street, Bogor 2018 - Selective Color Photo

I live in a city named Bogor. You may have never heard the name before. It's a city, a medium size one, in West Java, Indonesia. The city is not too far from the Capital of Indonesia, Jakarta and located around 60 Kilometers to Southern direction.

The city rains a lot every year, more than any other cities in the country. That's why its nickname is the Rain City of Indonesia. Rain drops more than 2/3 of the year and it doesn't matter dry or wet season waters often pour from the sky suddenly.

That's why the citizen of Bogor, I called it Bogorians, have a habit to bring an umbrella when they leave home. This is as a precaution in case the weather suddenly changes from bright shiny to dull rainy.

However, last month, when I came to the Bogor Lantern Festival on the 15th day of Chinese Calendar, the Cap Go Meh Festival, I saw that some persons forget about the small thing, their umbrella.

Well, the consequence was that they became wet.

So, this is just a suggestion from me, the Bogorian, that never ever forget to bring an umbrella while traveling. It is one of small things needed everywhere, not only in my city, but also in other places. It can avoid you from catching cold due to rain and in dry season, it can be the best cover from sunshine and avoid sunburn.

How about me? Well. I am a photographer. It left me with difficult decision to make. I couldn't take a picture while my hand was gripping an umbrella. It was too troublesome to direct my lens to the object, especially, the moving one. Therefore, consciously, I left mine at home. My duty as a photographer sometimes needed a sacrifice.

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Useless But A Hope

Useless But A Hope

For me, it was difficult to understand what an old guy was doing on an empty street, swinging a yellow-red flag like giving a commando to passing by riders and drivers.

He was not a policeman, definitely because he was too old and for sure, his age was over than the maximum age to become a police officer. He didn't wear a uniform either which should be a must for a traffic police officer.

So, my mind could not find a reason for him acting like he was being managing traffic flow.

Useless.

Well, being a guy taught not to do anything without purpose, immediately, the mind came across on my brain. I would never do such thing. No meaning trying to do a thing on a wrong place. It would result on nothing.

He didn't give any effect to the already empty street. Even without his attendance, the traffic was already quite smooth. No jam was found.


Just few moments later, a car came and it looked to me the driver would make a turn in a U turn near the old guy. He did.

The old guy suddenly swung his flag like giving a signal to other vehicles to give a way for the turning car (well actually there was no cars running on the street and the making a turn car should be able to do it easily).

After the driver made the turn, I saw the driver window opened and a hand out of the window. A coin was put on the old guy hand who immediately uttered "Thank You". I was not sure if the driver heard what the old guy said because the window looked was starting to close.

And, soon I decided to change my mind, a bit about what the old guy did. It was not as useless as I thought before. The old guy earned something by doing something many people, including me, considered as useless.

However, probably by doing this, he had a hope and expectation that some generous drivers, who needed to make a turn, would see him and would be kind enough to give him something.

I still think it was useless but I can understand that from the old guy point of view, it was not useless. He had a hope by doing this that he could earn something for his living. Probably, it was also the way people see my writing this article and managing this blog.

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Beggar After Working Hour

Beggar After Working Hour

Every profession has working hours. Every. It applies on any jobs people do in the world. Like or not, human beings need a rest everyday to keep them healthy. That's why there are employment rules in any countries in the world to limit the length of working time for people.

I am not quite sure if the rule makers included a beggar into their consideration when they discussed point by point of the regulation. Because, like also occurs in many countries, beggars are considered into society problems than something related to employment.

However, during my time crawling the street of my hometown, my camera took several pictures that can be a proof that somehow, a beggar has working hours and close of business time.

A lady with her two boys, like you seen on the above photo, was sitting on the roadside of one street. She asked to any cars passing by alms from drivers. Hours , she was seen doing this and several times, she moved to another place . Probably, she looked for more strategic and potential place where drivers could easily throw some changes or coins to the bowl on her hand.

Surprisingly, when the clock showed 5 o'clock, she immediately stood up and did packing to her belonging. She also said something to her elder boy and took his hand asking him to follow her. Then, she walked to another direction of the street.

Going home.

Beggar After Working Hour

Yap. For many, begging was done by poor people who were in need to enable them to survive. However, times change.

Many people in the country see "beggar" as a profession to earn a living. That's why newspapers reported about how well the life of some beggars. They have home that sometimes are even more luxurious than working people. Some beggars caught by Social Department were found to hold money more than a yearly income of a labour working in a factory.

Well, the legislators might not even think slightly about beggars when they decided the decent working hours satisfying both labour and company owners. However, it seems that some beggars may have read the rules about working hour limitation for a profession.