Can’t See the Florist for the Flowers

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Solo, Java, Indonesia, July 2019

The bright yellows and oranges of these flowers nearly tripped me up as we walked the streets of Solo in east Java, Indonesia.

I couldn’t see the people at first but I could hear them, well one of them. “Yes! Photo, photo!” I heard a female voice excitedly say.

I quickly clicked the camera to try and catch the scene so that I could explore it better on a computer screen.

When I looked back at the image later the flowers and teir colours still screamed out, now with more vibrance and detail but the people also came into focus. That female voice I originally heard had turned into an actual, physical person: the excited tone into a smile. The men, too involved in their work to worry about me at the time, are revealed; their faces masked as their voices were muted.

Colour and sound are what I focus my camera on; the detail seems to magically appear later like a flower opening.

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