Monday, June 1, 2015

Tiger with a Hollow Leg for Coca-Cola

This is another post about going for a walk, so if you're tired of seeing pictures of the activity called going for a walk, skip it. But there are just so many fun things to see here.


Leaving the front door, still inside the fence.

Looking long the fence, still inside. You can see the water draining from our AC. We use it so much, there's algae growing in that patch and on the house where the AC sits.

This house has risen from the ground over the past couple months, the new home of Pak Marno's relative, who's building right next door to him. With the ladder it reminded me of the cliff dwellings in the US Southwest.


A scene along the walk: "Bless this home, Oh Lord, day as well as night."

Walking past our neighborhood mosque.


We started talking with a family who was hanging out in a sitting area along the road in our neighborhood. The father in the family seems like he makes a living on motorcycle and engine repair. They had a cool looking ceramic tiger that they bought at Pasar Gede years ago. PG doesn't sell them anymore, they say, so they've had to prop up it's broken leg with a Coke bottle.

The oil barrel says PERTAMINA, which if I understand right is the state-owned oil company.


The family keep canaries and raises baby canaries. In one of the cages, a canary was eating a boiled quail egg.

In another cage, there was a canary whose eggs had hatched just the day before.

A wider scene of where we were at.

Being shown the canary babies.

At a certain point, the mother asked if we wanted to see a crown she had made. We said yes and she came back with a big crown she had put together for her daughter to wear in a carnival that will happen on 13 June on one of the main roads.

S got to try it on



They they brought out the mannequin with the entire costume, but S didn't want to try that on. So I held her up behind the mannequin.


Then the crown went on the head of the girl it's destined for.


A green house I liked.

Flowers N pointed out.


A playground 

We walked over to a nearby plant and garden market.

Some garden decorations.


Pots



A fig tree. Wisht we could grow these in Utah.




N or W pointed out that 25 feet up the side of a house, on the exterior wall, there were waterbottles attached, used as planters.

This bonsai reminded me of John Donne's strange line of poetry "Get with child a mandrake root." 

I liked these palm trees on the sign for one of the kiosks.


We were walking back looking at the walls along the street.

A line of ants had walked a path along the light bulb until it turned dark.





A neighborhood that honor Independence Day


A bench whose fecundity I've often admired.


An especially yellow canary

Walking back home at sunset


Kids out on the street playing soccer as we neared our house


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