Sounds Of Birds And Cicadas

Bogor Botanical Gardens

My Morning Glories

Happy to be welcomed by hundreds, thousands crème-colored wild flowers along the path-way. How pure, how fair, how fresh as a glorious morning. I name her “Morning Glory” of Indonesia,

They grow almost anywhere. To see them growing at, on a wall, in a crevice, beside a stone, on the side walk, decorating gratings. I’m sitting with my picnic and they are all around me.

Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes

Diasebad old agers, amateurs singing.
Lyrics: Ben Jonson, Music: Mozart  

A Dragonfly

Sounds of cicadas, bird's twitter and a dragonfly

Gently Waving, Rocking In The Wind

In fact the flowers are light-blue colored.

Fisher-man Throwing His Net

On the lake Cipondo

My Picnic At Kemuning Lake 2

At the left side of the bridge, sitting beneath the bamboo trees am I having my picnic: warm rice, an egg, sayur, a spoon, my coffee-milk, water and my drinking glass as my breakfast with a  peaceful view of the Kemuning lake, relaxed, grander than a king being watched,  sitting rigidly, eating at his dining table.