NOT THE LAST WALTZ

06/04/2015 by Alf Sukatmo

Some photograph capturing the greatest moments and facts, some capturing peoples and beauties, some capturing the emotions.
But above all, they frozen the time in our life inside a frame, eternal memories and love to remember.

This photograph have touch my heart deeply. Done by a wonderful photographer, Christine Renney.

Oh, and please give the credit to Christine Renney. I don’t deserve anything.

Spartan Eye

Image by Christine Renney

Fred, 97, and Annie, not 97, dancing across the years.

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My heroes

14/03/2015 by Alf Sukatmo

Their life
I consumed
I used
I abused
I broke
I abandoned
They never complained
Finished quest after quest
Delivered task after task
In my adventures

Udang Beku

08/09/2014 by Alf Sukatmo

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Satu wadah mereka
Tak saling sapa
Di bawah kiloan kubus beku
Mati kaku

Ke Tengah, Ke Timur, Kemanapun kami mau..

26/08/2014 by Alf Sukatmo

Babat, Lamongan. East Java, 2012

Kami akan pergi kemanapun kami mau
Ke Tengah pulau Jawa
Mengunjungi Sindoro, atau Sumbing
Ke Timur
Menyapa lagi pinus-pinus Lawu
Untuk bertemu lagi Dumilah yang cantik
Atau ke Tanjakan Cinta
Punya Semeru

Tapi tidak ke Surabaya

25/08/2014

We will travel to wherever we want to go
To the middle Java
To visit Sindoro and Sumbing
To the east
To walk between the pines of Lawu, again
A long way to visit the beautiful Dumilah
Or we will go to the lover’s ramp
Which belong to Semeru

But we won’t go to Surabaya

Sindoro, Sumbing, Lawu, Semeru are names of the mountains in Java
Dumilah is a short name of Hargo Dumilah, Mount Lawu’s summit
Tanjakan cinta/Lover’s Ramp (there’s never been an exact translation in English for this) is an a name of 45º slope area after Ranu Kumbolo and before Oro-oro Ombo in Mount Semeru.

Embun Pagi

23/08/2014 by Alf Sukatmo

A Morning Dew. Canon EOS 1000D. 1/100. ISO 1600.

Malam tak berlangsung lama
Bahkan terlalu singkat untuk bermimpi
     Tak ada mimpi buruk
     Tentang bangku yang berjajar dingin dan kosong
     Tentang seprei putih dan botol-botol infus
     Tak ada ngeri tentang nyeri
     Tentang mati
Air mata yang jatuh kemarin
Telah menjadi embun pagi ini
Menyisakan tanya sederhana tentang esok
Bukan hanya kau
Aku pun juga
Bertanya-tanya
     Apakah esok kita masih di sini
     Apakah esok masih tentang esok
     Tak bisakah esok menjadi hari ini
Sehingga aku tahu tak ada yang terlupa
Sehingga aku yakin tak ada yang berubah