Travel to Java
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Austin Java on Barton Springs Rd. In Austin of course..:) Great coffee and hand made Poptarts..:) Life is good. All kidding a side, it is a great place to get coffee, and all there locations have cool atmospheres. The food..Not so much..;) In fact, the food isn't that great in any of there locations. But, hay, they look cool.
Not so well visible, but in the right corner is Borobudur. In the background is Mount Merapi volcano. You can hike there starting 10 pm and lasting 12 hours, but I won't do it.
My apologies if I'm slow commenting, I'm relying on a very weak wifi, which seems quite normal if you travel.
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Wikipedia:
Borobudur, or Barabudur, is a 9th-century Mahayana Buddhist Temple in Magelang, Central Java, Indonesia. The monument consists of nine stacked platforms, six square and three circular, topped by a central dome. The temple is decorated with 2,672 relief panels and 504 Buddha statues. The central dome is surrounded by 72 Buddha statues, each seated inside a perforated stupa. It is the world's largest Buddhist temple, as well as one of the greatest Buddhist monuments in the world.
Mount Merapi, Gunung Merapi (literally Fire Mountain in Indonesian and Javanese), is an active stratovolcano located on the border between Central Java and Yogyakarta, Indonesia. It is the most active volcano in Indonesia and has erupted regularly since 1548.
Java Sparrow Maui, Hawaii.
No post-processing done to photo, only cropped. Nikon NEF (RAW) files available. NPP Straight Photography at noPhotoShopping.com
Burlington Northern Santa Fe train No. 14 crosses a snowy Java Bridge over the Middle Fork of the Flathead River at West Java, Montana, on March 2, 1997. A pair of BN SD40-2s bracket a former Santa Fe SD45 as power on the eastbound train.
Lonchura oryzivora. Originally found in Indonesia this bird has been introduced elsewhere and has been popular as a caged bird for many years.
This picture was taken at the Living Rain Forest, near Newbury, Berks.
With fresh snow and freezing temperatures, a Burlington Northern freight climbs Montana’s Marias Pass at Java West on March 3, 1989, amidst the beauty of Glacier National Park in wintertime.
Java Sparrow Kona, Hawaii.
No post-processing done to photo, only cropped. Nikon NEF (RAW) files available. NPP Straight Photography at noPhotoShopping.com
A Burlington Northern freight heads across Java Bridge at Java, Montana, on a frigid March 2, 1989. Trailing lead tiger-striped GP50 No. 3126 is a SD40-2, another GP50, a B30-7A and a fuel tender.
Doug Harrop Photography • May 26, 1976
A trio of streamlined F-units and a GP9 assist Burlington Northern train No. 808 over the 225 ft. length trestle at West Java, Montana.
Doug Harrop Photography • May 27, 1976
An Essex based helper set shoves Burlington Northern train No. 172 over the 225 ft. length Java Creek trestle at West Java, Montana.
We're at the cafe chewing the fat out of Poetics. We're
drinking exotic java from Sumatra's steamy mountains with
jiggerfuls of Bailey's Cream. We're going to tear down
the Lyceum tonight and wake in the bushes tomorrow with
aftershocks still crackling in our heads. We're guzzling more
of this oily, liquid explosive and ranting about Aristotle,
the cantankerous old duck he became when he left Athens for
the boy king of Macedonia. Mist rises from our fevered brains,
obscuring the room and the jazz and the rhapsodies we take turns
reciting. I am having an out of body experience, my eyes
so full of blue light and wistfulness I can feel the reverb
of my words, the syllables lining up in their linear rows,
bumping into each other as they slinky forward, end over
slurpy end. Nature chooses the proper meter, Aristotle says
through Bramdass' voice, and I'm agreeing and flogging my
tongue about for emphasis, becoming more profound as I kick
off my wing tips and begin to levitate. We're dealing out
our full deck of vocabulary words now, two high rollers,
two java worshipers approaching our frenzied peaks, our
Machu Picchuan summit. One or two well chosen handholds
and we can haul ourselves onto the lowest rungs of heaven. We
are astonished by our radioactive brilliance, Bramdass fallen to
his knees, fallen flat in his green ravine of shag carpet, joy
spilling from his eyes, the heady drunken joy of misfits.
--Miguel deO