When I was child….I used to sit in front of the train station, my eyes just looked down….not for the train but for the Railroad. My question that time was…”how the people arrange such wooden rail rod between two parallel steels of rail track?” and “how the people put that so much rocks and arrange them among the rods for a hundred or even thousand miles away?”. And I was wondering where all the railroad end.
Many people have a impression of the railroads that comes from the 1800s. We imagine hundreds or thousands of men building railroad tracks using hand-carried wooden railroad ties and hammers. And yet I’m still amazed how the human arranged all of the rail tracks into one system, connecting cities, islands and even countries.
The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
All night there isn’t a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I’ll not be knowing;
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Through the window I saw the men having chat in front of Frans Kaisepo’s lounge, it’s time for them to go home for holiday
Old Memory….Through the corridor, I was in and out for at least 42 times in 21 days…
Through the lines…..I can see the sky….what a beautiful sunset for the weekend
Through the lens….I can see the blue sky before dark
And through weekly photo challenge… I’m glad that I can share the wonderful world to others
I have to admit, this challenge is the one of the toughest challenge for the last 3 months. And I have to admit that I haven’t enough time to think about any idea that fits with the “unusual” theme. And I have to admit, that I should go to the far east in the pacific, a place with coordinate 02°32′59″S 133°25′00″E. A place named “Babo”.
It’s not a matter of long hours trip from Jakarta to Babo. There was something still left in my head since the first time I came here (Babo). A mistery of the Babo airfield and the old steam roller. What an unusual combination. The wrecked steam roller had successfully attracted me for the first sight when the first time I landed here.
That time, I spontaneously made a conclusion that the roller should have been made in Japan, since the Babo airfield was utilized by Japanese troop during pacific war to cover the south flank of its defense. But I was totally wrong.
The Babo airfield was built by the Dutch in the late 1920s or 1930s. It was the final stop for KLM airlines in Dutch New Guinea. After the Pacific War with Japan broke out in December 1941, a Royal Australian Air Force engineering party with the assistance of the Dutch upgraded the airstrip for military use.
The word “Dutch” has guided me to something “Made in Europe”. I’ve been searching the history track record for steam roller industry in the beginning 1900’s and I hope I found the “Dutch” manufacturer who had built the steam roller. But again….my assumption was totally different with the fact that these steam roller was made in USA. It is pretty Unusual,…. as for me Australia is more “Europe” than “America” and the taste of the “Steam Roller” should be “European Taste”… I guess LOL. I don’t know what happened here 85 years ago..
Below are the real things of the steam roller at its prime. Compare to the picture above, now the roof has already dissapeared.
source : http://www.newsm.org/steam-engines/buffalo-springfield.html
I’m still here
in the far east
I wrote this short story before I took the picture of the steam roller
Pretty unusual for me
And finally I have to submit this entry in the last minute
what an unusual blogging habit for the weekly photo challenge
it’s 00.15 Tokyo time
I’ve no idea what could “distorted” means until somebody has inspired me with her “long shutter speed” photos at night. And finally, I’ve got my version of the distorted moving object. Thanks to Olivia for inspiring me 🙂
I was passing over the artificial lake in front of the University of Indonesia library and I saw a beautiful reflection of the building on the lake. I planned to capture the mirror of the three tower cranes on the constructed building, but suddenly two of them were moving….and it even more attractive to capture them in slow motion and ….here it is … the distorted picture of the tower cranes.