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Prambanan Sunset Sometimes the lighting is best right after the sunset. And sometimes this is right when the police come to get you. Maybe they were security guards. But it was hard to tell in the dark - and, besides, I didn't know the difference between the clothes of a security guards and a policeman in Indonesia. I had Will with me when these guys approached us, and he was not help at all. He did manage to keep them busy for a while so I could take some final shots, but we could tell that we had worn out our welcome. So then the guards started to escort us right out of there. - Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.
This is Sujatmi Sujatmi’s dream is that her grandkids grow up to be brave and smart. She is currently sitting in a makeshift annex area in a bustling riverside community in Jogjakarta, Indonesia. Dozens of tiny thatched and improvised houses are cobbled together and brightly painted. There are kids running around and other adults running after them, trying to get them to sit still so they can begin school. I’ve accidentally interrupted the whole affair while getting confused in the tiny alleys, no wider than a set of shoulders. She’s thrilled by the excitement as she looks on, nodding at me and the kids. - Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.
The Homes by the river in Indonesia The density of the homes was remarkable, everyone right on top of the next. We walked down through the little houses and got a hundred good shots… each one was brightly and individually painted and festooned. - Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.
The Dark Temple Corridor in Morning Mist at 4 AM I arrived at the temple of Borobudur a little after 4 AM. I had a tiny disposable flashlight, and, other than my driver idling about a mile away, I was the only person here. In fact, it was my second day in a row to do this, since I had so much fun the first. I was there with my friend Will, and he decided to sleep in the second day… but I had a few shots in mind I wanted to grab before the sun came up. There were these strange argon lights around the temple to light up areas of excavation. They cast a gloomy and surreal light on the Buddhist reliefs that make concentric circles up to the top. I was able to get about 45 minutes of nice darkness with unexpected light until the sun started to appear over the nearby volcanoes and jungle mist. - Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.
Templestorm It’s hard to keep up with my students! I feel they are catching up and surpassing me! I won’t have it! Hehe… no no… my theory is that HDR will begin to splinter into a million different shards. I can’t wait to see where each of them take the artform. This is just outside of JogJakarta, Indonesia at an ancient temple called Prambanan. It was the kind of place that has been sitting there waiting for me to bring my story-telling-machine there. You have seen a few of my other shots of this place perhaps, just after the storm hit. As I was leaving, I looked back over my shoulder to see this. I sometimes forget as I walk away from things to turn around and look back, and I can see things I don’t expect. - Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.
The Bellweathers Today, we're showing a new photo from Indonesia - the unique temple of Borobudur. This was taken prior to sunrise, when a thick layer of damp fog covered the mountain lowlands, where this temple is located outside of Jogjakarta. It was one of those very wet mornings when there is really no appropriate attire. It's not too cool and not too hot - but just "uncomfortable." I was listening to my music to make me forget about that nonsense though... it helped quite a bit! - Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.
Purple Sunset in Indonesia I promised that I would continue my story about the dead body in Indonesia, so here it is. It doesn't really go with a pretty sunset, but, well, here we go. It's short and not too spectacular, so don't get your hopes up for a good old-fashioned dead-body story.While walking through downtown Jogjakarta with Will the crowds were thick. There were thousands of Indonesians walking around through busy downtown streets. It was an area without cars, but hundreds of bikes and carts darted in and out of the traffic. It was not really a commercial district, but it was somewhat third-world in the types of little shack-like stores that fringed the edges. Food carts rolled around selling hot, steaming mysterious meat-mashes and small ziplocks of coconut juice hung from poles, ready for sale.After walking through a bit, we approached a curb where we saw some poor soul splayed out across the concrete. I've seen thousands of homeless / passed out / drunk / unfortunates splayed out in the street before, but this was different. This guy was dead. You can just tell. People walked around him and certainly regarded him as an empty shell. People would kind of step on or trip on bits here or there. I passed by his legs and didn't quite know what to do. There was no one stopping to help, and I didn't really want to get involved, since I don't speak the language and didn't want to get carted off for questioning/shakedown.So I passed by and Will said, "Do you think that guy was dead?" I nodded and we got the hell outta there. Read more here at stuckincustoms.com.
Buddha in the Jungle Highlands This peaceful buddha looks out across the mist and fog on a relaxing morning…- Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.
The Hidden Buddhist Temple of Borobudur at Sunrise This morning I got a wakeup call at 3:30 AM to head out on a distant trek to Borobudur to climb the temple before sunrise. I had a flashlight and a fully loaded iPod for the ascent. I stayed at the top and all around the temple for most of the morning, collecting shots here and there as misty clouds rolled in, through, around, and over the temple.This temple laid abandoned and overgrown for about 800 years until it was rediscovered by the British.You can see the distant volcano rumbing in the morning sunrise...- Trey RatcliffClick here to read the rest of this post at the Stuck in Customs blog.

Purple Sunset in Indonesia


I promised that I would continue my story about the dead body in Indonesia, so here it is. It doesn't really go with a pretty sunset, but, well, here we go. It's short and not too spectacular, so don't get your hopes up for a good old-fashioned dead-body story.

While walking through downtown Jogjakarta with Will the crowds were thick. There were thousands of Indonesians walking around through busy downtown streets. It was an area without cars, but hundreds of bikes and carts darted in and out of the traffic. It was not really a commercial district, but it was somewhat third-world in the types of little shack-like stores that fringed the edges. Food carts rolled around selling hot, steaming mysterious meat-mashes and small ziplocks of coconut juice hung from poles, ready for sale.

After walking through a bit, we approached a curb where we saw some poor soul splayed out across the concrete. I've seen thousands of homeless / passed out / drunk / unfortunates splayed out in the street before, but this was different. This guy was dead. You can just tell. People walked around him and certainly regarded him as an empty shell. People would kind of step on or trip on bits here or there. I passed by his legs and didn't quite know what to do. There was no one stopping to help, and I didn't really want to get involved, since I don't speak the language and didn't want to get carted off for questioning/shakedown.

So I passed by and Will said, "Do you think that guy was dead?" I nodded and we got the hell outta there.

Read more here at stuckincustoms.com.

Read more here at stuckincustoms.com." href="javascript:openLB(976933324,'',XLarge,'',1024,680);">Purple Sunset in Indonesia I promised that I would continue my story about the dead body in Indonesia, so here it is. It doesn't really go with a pretty sunset, but, well, here we go. It's short and not too spectacular, so don't get your hopes up for a good old-fashioned dead-body story.While walking through downtown Jogjakarta with Will the crowds were thick. There were thousands of Indonesians walking around through busy downtown streets. It was an area without cars, but hundreds of bikes and carts darted in and out of the traffic. It was not really a commercial district, but it was somewhat third-world in the types of little shack-like stores that fringed the edges. Food carts rolled around selling hot, steaming mysterious meat-mashes and small ziplocks of coconut juice hung from poles, ready for sale.After walking through a bit, we approached a curb where we saw some poor soul splayed out across the concrete. I've seen thousands of homeless / passed out / drunk / unfortunates splayed out in the street before, but this was different. This guy was dead. You can just tell. People walked around him and certainly regarded him as an empty shell. People would kind of step on or trip on bits here or there. I passed by his legs and didn't quite know what to do. There was no one stopping to help, and I didn't really want to get involved, since I don't speak the language and didn't want to get carted off for questioning/shakedown.So I passed by and Will said, "Do you think that guy was dead?" I nodded and we got the hell outta there. Read more here at stuckincustoms.com.

Purple Sunset in Indonesia


I promised that I would continue my story about the dead body in Indonesia, so here it is. It doesn't really go with a pretty sunset, but, well, here we go. It's short and not too spectacular, so don't get your hopes up for a good old-fashioned dead-body story.

While walking through downtown Jogjakarta with Will the crowds were thick. There were thousands of Indonesians walking around through busy downtown streets. It was an area without cars, but hundreds of bikes and carts darted in and out of the traffic. It was not really a commercial district, but it was somewhat third-world in the types of little shack-like stores that fringed the edges. Food carts rolled around selling hot, steaming mysterious meat-mashes and small ziplocks of coconut juice hung from poles, ready for sale.

After walking through a bit, we approached a curb where we saw some poor soul splayed out across the concrete. I've seen thousands of homeless / passed out / drunk / unfortunates splayed out in the street before, but this was different. This guy was dead. You can just tell. People walked around him and certainly regarded him as an empty shell. People would kind of step on or trip on bits here or there. I passed by his legs and didn't quite know what to do. There was no one stopping to help, and I didn't really want to get involved, since I don't speak the language and didn't want to get carted off for questioning/shakedown.

So I passed by and Will said, "Do you think that guy was dead?" I nodded and we got the hell outta there.

Read more here at stuckincustoms.com.
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