© Martin Westlake 2014
I’m the only non-Indonesian living in my street, the sole survivor where once there were many. One of them was Martin Westlake, but although we lived almost opposite each other with our Indonesian families we didn’t socialise, but sometimes met while observing the election process at the booth blocking off our end of the street.
There was a sign of his front gate announcing Jankung Fotografi, an indication that we had, and presumably still have, stork-like physiques. What is not in doubt though is that he has continued as a photographer, and you can see much of his portfolio here.