MY POTRET PHOTO

-
This only few of my portrait photo took by my self, i like taking portrait, sometimes they no need a writing story, but only  look at the eyes, the expression, the smile, sometimes the anger or laugh then you can create your own story. 


I even forget his name, because i one of creature in this human being hardly to remember people name, but i told you, i always remember his, his cute smile, his voice, his shyness manner, and his deep story.


This is Yolanda, the one  i had write her story, which if i won, probably she would go to south korea, but i lose anyway.  I will tell her story in my another post.

And this is still dont remember his name, but i love him, he always reach me and called me Kak Rani, little naughty  but he is super friendly. He always love it when i took his picture.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Stinkhorn mushroom

-
Image
My father is a palm tree Farmers, today i Came with him to Harvest palm in his farm , he employed 3  workers to do the work, two of them taking the palm fruit from the tree using a special equipment, and the rest  carry them to open place so the buyers easier to put the oil fruits on their Dump truck, and my job is taking a small part of fruit  which fall down on ground near the tree.  By 5 minutes gathered the small oil fruit i wandering pretty far to neighbor farm, and after walked 4-6 minutes i found  kind of mushroom, it has a veil, its color is ornange. it has sort of pink on its head and below its head there are orange veil, thats the second beautiful mushroom i Saw in my life, than i back to my father's farm and took my phone and come again to took the mushroom picture, here few of its pic Then i do my little research of  this mushroom, in fact that mushroom come from phallus multicolor because it has orange veil, and its beautiful color and stink smell made
Read more

Perempuan perempuan Bali1

-
  Perempuan bandungan Kamu bukan orang pertama yang aku kenal merantau dari Bandung, datang ke Bali,setiap malam pergi ke klub, dugem sampai gila akhirnya di bungkus oleh Bule.  Kata pria itu tajam. Mereka hanya berdua, duduk berhadapan, dan dipisahkan oleh seponggok usia dan jabatan.  Ombak pantai mengalunkan musik pengantar pembicaraan mereka. Pasir hitam yang sebentar akan tempat bersarangnya telur penyu - penyu membisik tidak senang tentang angin pantai bali yang mulai berubah ekstrim. Dia menyesali keadaan ini, karena si pasir sangat menyukai para penyu itu, dan merasa prihatin kepada para ibu penyu jika telur -  telurnya gagal menetas. Si Gadis menahan tumbukan dingin angin La Nina ini. Tetapi dia tidak kelihatan kedinginan atau berpura merasa terganggu dengan itu, bahkan sindiran pria tidak merusak mimik wajahnya.  Dia memandang laut, ombak mengejar satu sama lain. Gadis itu cemas meskipun begitu wajah datarnya tidak berubah. Dari tiga hari lalu dia menunggu balasan pesan dari p
Read more

Hujan November

-
Dia menanyakannya Saat hujan November sedang musimnya Dan emosi menguasai alamnya Mengapa hujan harus turun lagi?  Dalam rintik hujan meresponya Tanyakan saja pada awan Awan kelabu diam Termenggu, menanyakan empati yang terhapus oleh keegoisan Seandainya beban ini mereka yang pikul, pastilah mereka akan jatuh  Menangis seperti yang aku lakukan, katanya pada kilat Kilat yang setia, tau pasti rasa temannya Tidak lama dia membalas dan menemani hujan Merusak ketenangan orang orang Dan menakuti mereka Awan dan kilat berhasil  Dan tawa mereka menggelugur sampai ke ujung bumi. 
Read more