Javanese father and son. They’ve toiled along the same slice of sea for generations – day in and day out. They fish all night under the warm glow of a kerosene lamp, and return home in the early morning to their homes on the beach. In the afternoon they prepare hundreds of fishing line and hooks for the nights’ work. It wasn’t jealousy I felt, but an admiration – for their simplicity, their peace, and their shelter from the world.Read more
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Spirituality from Sand and Sea
I ponder upon what man is drawn to create. At times i feel as if the Indonesians have retained much of what we’ve slowly lost.Read more
Balinese Beauty
She approached our table as we dined across from Tanah Lot, Bali. She very softly asked if I’d like to buy one of the items in the basket she was holding overflowing with trinkets and postcards. We struck a deal – I bought her entire stock of postcards in return for a few photos. I think I got the better end of the deal. 😉Read more
Behold the Pale Horse
“Behold the pale horse. The man who sat on him was death, and Hell followed with him.” Ubud. Bali.Read more
An Erection's Misdirection
Sex in stone. South Java.Read more