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Balinese Beauty: A Photo Essay

by Emma February 16, 2014 6 comments

My two month love affair with the “Island of the Gods” ended this week. While I have plans to return in the next months, I do feel the island’s beauty deserves a photographic portrayal all its own.

Having avoided the typical tourist scene, you will not find pictures of the famous Tanah Lot temple or Balinese dancers, but a small collection of personal photographs of homes, paddies, and monkeys that I fell in love with. When I return I will take the path worn down by muddy sandals worn with socks and capture the scenery, but for now, this is what I have to offer.

Pink VolcanoesRooftop views of Mt. Agung, a sacred volcano.


A family of macaques enjoying the tourist buffet of bananas at Uluwatu temple. (Okay so I did some touristy things)


Rice Paddy
Cloudy reflections on the rice paddies of Canggu.
Sanur Paint
A traditional Indonesian fishing boat, up close and personal.


Canggu Sunset
The view opposite of Mt. Agung from our rooftop, our host family’s paddy.


My favorite macaque of them all, my personal little model; he posed for hundreds of pictures.


A sunset splash from Serangan (Turtle Island).


A gang of macaques hang out, waiting to pounce on some unsuspecting tourists. I have many more monkey portraits, perhaps enough for a post all on its own.


Canggu Moon
My best attempt at a photograph of the crescent moon.


A traditional Balinese offering. Any one offering contains a multitude of objects, bits of food, cigarettes, holy water, incense, flowers: all offered twice a day, every day, at various entrances to houses and rooms, driveways and rice paddies. Offerings serve two purposes: to appease and worship the many Hindu gods and to ward off evil spirits and demons.

Balinese Carving
The Balinese are known for their carving skills. You will find immaculately carved doors, windows, footstools and for the tourism industry: keychains.


Sanur boat
A traditional fishing boat in Sanur.


Wind chimes swing in the wind.


Although Indonesia has an incredible disparity in wealth and struggles to feed its own people, the tourism industry brings Westerners in by the boat (and plane) loads. Development has injured the island immensely. You will find families living in a shack unfit for one person, let alone five, just one hundred feet from an immaculate three-story villa. In unparalleled poverty, their spirituality and faith prevail. I have found that the poorest villages live a life far richer than I could ever imagine. For they are happy with less, thrive on nothing and believe in everything.


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Mona Scales, Stony Creek, CT February 17, 2014 at 7:51 pm

Simply amazing images set to lyrical reflections. Leaves one smiling deeply while vicariously & surfing your joy… Namasté!

doylee129 February 17, 2014 at 9:01 pm

Thank you Mona,
I appreciate the words and your time. Om shanti shanti!

Mona Scales, Stony Creek, CT February 17, 2014 at 9:52 pm

Peace, peace, peace… 🙂

drew skins April 27, 2014 at 2:51 pm


Emma April 27, 2014 at 8:33 pm

Thanks Drew Skins 😉

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