Watu Ulo

Watu Ulo have beautiful nature. there is about 30 km from jember.

Hello folks !

I have started photography when i was little. Actually it was my grand-grand father who sponsored me my first camera. I have always been fascinated by the interaction of light, colours and lenses !During a couple of travels i have taken a lot of pictures ( slides ) but unfortunately i dont have a scanner to upload them. Travelling is my main passion, and it has been since I was a kid. With my parents I travelled through Marocco in a Toyota Hyace when I was just 4 years old, I visited most of the European and South East Asian countries, but so far, the country fascinating me the most is definately Indonesia.
In July 2006 I was given a panasonic lumix digital cam, and finally i can upload pics to trekearth as well. i hope u can give me useful advice, because i ain't a pro, and i am thankful for any kind of support or any hint to do better !

thanks and see you on trekearth ...

bye cepekdong ...

p.s. "cepek dong" is indonesian slang and it means: "give me 100 rupiah!"

by Daniel Schmitt

Sunset In Bali

There is only one word to describe the sunsets in Bali: spectacular. In winter solstice in December, when the sun is close to its lowest point, a large, bright orange, red sun will approach the horizon of Kuta, descending ever so slowly. Brilliant shadows are cast everywhere, golden reflection on the water, and strips of clouds march as if to curtain another day. One light strip of cloud will probably march straight into the view, stealing the completeness of the sun, as if to accessorize it with a flowing silk scarf. Millions pairs of eyes are fixated, as the sun's bottom touches the horizon, and, in a matter of minutes, vanishes from the sight, as if it was never there.

Or, in Tanah Lot. A several hundred years old temple stands erect, solemnly guarding the land from the wilderness of the sea. Yet, as the sun begins its journey to its nightly resting place, the brilliance of an orange, red sun softly falls onto the side of the temple, raising its mystique even more. As waves break into the natural stone foundation of the temple, teasing the hundreds of little snakes in the cave in front of the temple, the sun marches down slowly. The millions of people it fascinates do not disturb it, for its ritual must flow. As it draws near the horizon, a magnified shadow of the temple is cast upon your eyes, as if to whisper good night. And in a couple of minutes, the sun rests, leaving traces of the day that has just passed.