Wooden - Photos and Poet

When I touch your wooden wall
which was craved by ages
marked by time
hurt by nails
built where your heart landed
I wish
I wish I still could smell
cigarette mixed with misty pine
I wish
I wish I still could see
the dimming light trough the dusty window
I wish
I wish I still could recognize
the most charming silhouette
behind smoke
And not like this
When I touch your wooden wall
nothing more than broken pieces

Nataya

An abandoned beautiful wooden house. It seems like, it used to be a kind of craft space. See more photos here on my style blog. I don't know what was going on. Maybe it was just a one day off for the big renovation. I wish I could move the front part to our house ( when we have a house in the future, I wish! ). We still could see some left over material around (plus some bugs). I don't know why ruin building is a great place for photo shoot.

Sewing Day Out

Mama will sew at front yard
Let the kids play with dad
Mama will fix dad's pants
Kids and dad have picnic and chewy breads
It's lovely breezy day
But sunshine shows its warm ray
So Mama and Dad
Kids and ya...the little kitty cat
Will all enjoy nice time outside

~ Nataya Anindira

I love what i saw that day. I had passed this house couple times. And still this vintage sewing machine was there outside trough different seasons. I like how the display of its companion. Old metal, wood, earth potteries, concrete, square, circle, trapezium,  all together on the textured wall as a background.

Wish you all a warm and cozy place !

Night of Light

Night of Light in Vienna. I reedited one of pic above , that you can also find in my old blog post "Crown of Light" including the poet here. Feel free to judge the better version. I just rewrite the poet too, in case you want to read but not able to access my old blog.

Light over the city
Glam live up my party
I have the crown on my head

I am the queen of this night

~ Nataya Anindira

Back to now,  it hasn't been snowing yet, but i have could smell it from the breeze. Forecast said it may snow next week. Anyway, lights are twinkling, blinking and glittering anywhere. Except that the Stephansdom renovation had been finish, the view of Vienna today was quite the same as seen on my previous photographs.

Arcs - Pics and Poem - Georgetown, Penang

I like this town. Full of old building and details from corner to corner. Such pleasing my eyes. I feel homy in every place that reminds me of our old house in Jogja, my hometown in Indonesia.

A day in early November
Plastic poncho to cover
Running like insane
 Escape from million drops of rain
Under hundreds of arcs
Before dark
20 liter backpack
With tons of knickknacks
Early November
Under hundreds of arcs
Feels like the savest place ever
Under hundreds of arcs

Nataya

Field Rolls - Pics and Poet

When i had an 'impulsive' long walk that day i passed field with stripes....





Roll roll on the field

Dance dance on your feet

Roll and dance with our heart beat

Roll and stripes like in paper sheet

Roll your way Roll your way

Draw your stripes everyday

Roll here and there or roll away

Roll on the field what you pray

~ Nataya Anindira

Sneaking a Dwarf with Headset & I Have a Home in Fairy Tale Poem

Actually i had shown this cute dwarf in my old blog. But anyway i miss this friendly pal :).

I wonder what he was listening to.

I have a home in fairy tale

A home that is built by happy thought

Wild dreams trough out the cloud

For me who believe in miracle

I have a home in fairy tale

To where i come after my long journey

To where i could lie down peacefully

For me who never give up when i fail

~ Nataya Anindira

Sneaking a Poni

Sorry for 2 days blogging free. I was working hard for photography competitions. I just found about them when they were close the deadline and I have no ready picture to submit for this kind of competition. I browsed tons of my old pictures and found no standard main quality. And i had not have ready to post picture as well for my blog:).

But...i had time to sneak a poni when i was in Wels....Is it georgeous?

Love a poni

When its eyes are starring trough her bang

When sunlight washes it like it comes from fairy tale

When children are so care with it more than their doll

When it walks gracefully even when it is just going to their meal 

Summer Sunset, Dusty Window - Photos and Poet

Summer Sunset

Golden light trough

Dusty window

Orange blue

Black shadows

Magic moment

~ Nataya Anindira 

Old House Wooden Balcony - Photo and Poet

 I heart old house, maybe because i grew up in a beautiful oldhouses. A javanese and a dutch mixed with mediterranean style, in a "kampung" that full of oldhouses! But this one is Austrian. Not much different with my neighbour's, except of the insulation.

On the old balcony, an old lady has afternoon treat
A delf blue tea set on the red check table cover
A thousand pages of roman to read
A jam jar filled with a bucket of wild flowers
Earl grey tea, honey, macarons, cupcakes and other sweets
On the old balcony, an old lady enjoy the sunny hot summer!

~ Nataya Anindira

Wish you all have a nice summer treat :)

We Will Each Other at The Beach - Photo and Poet

We will reach each other at the beach

We will wave to each other and listen to the wave

The beach teach us about life as a soulful speech

When the surfer craves the wave and surfs as a brave

 ~ Nataya Anindira

Photos are taken with 1.3mp SE K608i handphone camera. They were from my very first blog Chachalotta. You can see the date on the bottom of the photos. 

Skinny Tree on a Green Lake - Photos and Poet

Skinny tree is lonely

Skinny tree needs company

Skinny tree on a green lake

 What you give for free you hope to take

~ Nataya Anindira