When there's a traffic accident and someone dies, which is very often unfortunately, many people stop by. After covering the corpse with plastics or whatever they can find, the people "help" the family with some money. I got really surprised the first time.
Out of the touristic routs is where I find the beautiful and always pictoric and photogenic inspiration. Lights and shadows creating a bucolic scenery.
To me, is at the rice fields where maybe the essence of tradition appears strongly because of the straight connection with Mother Earth and the omnipresent rice.
This mother and her little baby are having a rest in a very hot day at Denpasar. I found this image totally lovely and endearing. Doesn't matter if they are on the street. On his mother's arms he is gonna always be protected.
Water. This essential and necessary element for living, is of course used at any ceremony as a symbol of purification and blessing. Balinese people wash their faces and heads three times and drink it also three times.
Bicycles are other of my favorites topics...and the people who drive them. The old ones are made by a very heavy metal, driven by old people are even more amazing to look at.
This incredible and useful material can be used in many different ways. From a water fountain until a main house. These are waiting to be sold perfectly organized at the warehouse.
When you walk across this bridge and the tracks pass by, it shakes from one side to the other. This woman didn't look too worry about the movements of the bridge. I did.
This woman almost hast lost her vision. She doesn't even how old she is, but appears full of light and life. I think she is the best model I've ever had.
Could be a dog, but it's not, is just a pig. This animal will became, sooner or later, what Balinese people call "Babi Guling", or Roasted Pork. By the way, delicious.
Few meters above, the ocean surrounds these "Three Bales". Again, is Ceremony time, and this is a good place to take a glass of coffee and a deep breath before praying.
It's like if her history were printed over her face and skin. And I suppose that happen to all of us. This woman suddenly appeared onto the road from the forest. Such an spontaneity. How much I would have liked to be in Bali 60 years ago...or more.