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Sunday, August 15, 2010

This is the universe. Big, isn't it?

The world is a strange place. This big six thousand trillion ton lump of largely oxygen, silicon and aluminium gains about fourty thousand tons of mass every three hundred and sixty five days from space debris, not to mention the combined weight of two hundred and fifty thousand humans born daily.

However, the Earth is made fifty million barrels of oil more empty as we add thirteen billion tons of carbon dioxide to the atmosphere each year via the thirty three million cars produced per annum.

Seven milion children under five will die this year, while the world will spend eight hundred and sixty thousand million United States dollars designing things to maim more people and remove seven million hectares of old growth forest to feed the three hundred million obese people.

The idea that within all this movement you can capture one eight hundredth of a second of a single person's life (or several lives if the children jump into your viewfinder) as they do something incredible or even something unremarkable is what draws me to photography.

Right now ambition far exceeds talent, but time moves at a constant minute per minute (outside of post office queues), so hopefully I have that on my side having just rolled over the limbo stick of a milestone, eighteen.

In all my eighteen-ness I have been able to experience a tiny portion of the bigitude of the world by flying over to Indonesia to volunteer and generally experience the culture. This blog will hopefully be able to express just the simple, fun experiences the world has to offer and might, hopefully bring to light the plight of others.

None of the above actually matters when you are a child, you don't care that only one third of one percent of all water is safe to consume. No. If you can play in it, get wet in it and make friends in it you couldn't really care less. The great outdoors is full of such things as lakes, rivers, seas and fuseboxes to be explored and damn are you going to explore the hell out of them.

I'll introduce you to Dion. He worked, with his parents during the morning, wheeling a cart up to a construction site for a warung (cafe). Thankfully he was fortunate to just be a kid in the afternoons. In Karangasem that meant lots of sand and water. Football, too.



Dion of Selang, Bali


...And cartwheels. With the help of a friend, of course.



This is a hold-up! Selang, Bali.


This is a holdup!

Hopefully I can bring you many more images of the simple fun and small cultural tidbits one can find around the world if they look hard enough.