Baba means Father and this is what he loves to do on Sunday - Roasting coffee, play xiangji while listening to Keroncong. This is where our relationship grew not just in between father and daughter but as a friend, they brought us peace and most importantly understanding each other through its own language. Kamsia. Enjoy the full video at my blog on the bio's link and may this gave you a peaceful caffeinated breeze for the rest of your weekdays
Celebrating honeymoon together with our beloved newlyweds and friends of mine. Definitely was a sweet once in a lifetime experience
30 March - 15 April 2016
Jakarta - Paris - Amsterdam - Lucerne - Venice - Milan - Jakarta
This is involved in our learning of almost all techniques that we work and work to achieve that final point of perfection.
It doesn't come it doesn't come until one day it happens. What is the reason for that?
It is not that we have practiced it so often that its suddenly becomes perfect. It is much more subtle than that. What happens is that we've practiced so often that we find out that we can't do it and it happens the moment you know you can't do it.
When you reach a certain point of despair. When you know you are the one weird child who will never be able to swim. At that moment you are swimming. Because the desperation and total inability to do it at all has brought you to a point which we might call don't care.
Accept it and you'll be good at it.
Then the things happens because you've really discovered that it was afterall an illusion
– Alan Watts
We can't solve death but we can design towards it. We can redesign our life around the fact, to realise you can find a shock of beauty and meaning every single time. If we love such moments ferociously then we can learn to live not in spite of death but because of it. Let death be what takes us – not lack of imagination.
Loss is one thing. Regret is quite another. –BJ Miller
Venesia's Mother and Friends are assisting her to get into the car
Good morning
Jakarta. Saturday, 26 March 2016
This Monday I was editing on my latest shot for Sohamsa Villa Bali. Then I realised that maybe its me who told myself that its alright to have my figure in the frame or I was just so blinded by the glorious bathroom perspective or maybe I had an ultra wide lens installed that makes me greddy of all the inches available.
I did not even try to edit the image, I took that in to my thoughts that, "Wouldn't it be great that we can avoid reflections during the photoshoot?"
Anybody interested to invent a medium that is greater than the stamp tool in Photoshop? You will be much praised by us
Imagine wearing a reflective surface
Truly,
Metta
