Lost and Found - June 7th, 2011

Bali is not that big of an island, around 153 kilometers north to south, and 112 km from east to west. I mention this as we're currently on the 3rd bike rental, by far the longest one yet, and on this particular scooter we've managed to accru over four thousand kilometers with 2 weeks left. Thankfully they don't charge by the day. These photos are from an attempt to get to a water temple by the route less traveled. We never made it and ended up turning around at sunset. Regardless, there is nothing wrong about getting lost in Bali.

Rice fields are home to all sorts of life. I'm not sure if this guy was destined for a diner plate but he seemed pretty content to eat the alge and waddle through the mud.

A flower which more resembles a bird's head than a plant. The colours here are so impossibly beautiful that when you're going through your photos you can't help but think that they are over-saturated. Yet, in truth, you're equally unsure of not doing enough justice to the vibrance around you.

If I were to capture the hill side on video you would see the wind act on the grass like a squall acts on water all the while the woman works the field below.

They had uniforms yet worked without safety ropes. He does strike a purposeful pose and I'm told I often stand the same way.

This is the home of the painter of, I Nyoman Kondra. His father was the Banjan Sangging, or official painter, to the nobility of this region. Kondra would be considered the same as it is an hereditary title and the skills are transfered from father to son same as the title. He took great pride in showing the various publications in which he and his father were mentioned. Judging by his artwork I understand why. I was tempted to buy something yet at the same time this is a long trip is too easy and equally impossible to bring all the beauty home though later I may face regret in some of my decisions.