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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
16:52 Try to transform our world into an abstract image.
Java Black bamboo in our backyard and a bit of intentional camera movement.
A fellow waterfaller and I actually caught some decent flow at Java Falls with the greenery due to a wet spring after visiting Letchworth State Park earlier
Arcade and Attica GE-Tonners 112 and 113 roll through Java Center, NY, past the local Ford dealership and a truck delivering food to the adjacent restaurant.
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.
Photographed in the Allen Lambert Galleria at Brookfield Place, Toronto. The back story: I noticed the light and shadows and waited for someone to *walk* through the shot. A few strolled by. But this guy came to a dead stop! ...in the middle of my frame!...took a long five second pull on his coffee (...CLICK...) and then walked on. Fluke? Or had he seen the camera and was just having some fun?! Dunno. Cropped and processed in PS.
Sur cette image , je clos l'album de Java ...Merci de l'avoir suivi, mis des clichés en favori , et surtout de vos commentaires...
Nous prenons l'avion , et rejoignons les "Célèbes" maintenant appelé Sulawesi.....où nous attend un autre guide.....
***************On this picture, I close the album of Java ...Thank you for having followed it, put pictures in favorite, and for your comments... We take the plane, and join the "Celebes" now called Sulawesi..... where another guide is waiting for us.....
*******************Sobre esta foto, cierro el álbum de Java ...Gracias por haberla seguido, poner fotos en favoritos, y por vuestros comentarios... Tomamos el avión, y nos unimos a las "Célebes" ahora llamadas Sulawesi..... donde nos espera otro guía.....
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
I took this photo of a Java sparrow (also known as Java finch or Java rice sparrow) in the aviary at the zoo. It's definitely a young one as it doesn't have the black head and stronger colours of the adults yet.