Bali, Indonesia. I like this place, it’s tropical, the people are nice, and the food is slightly different than other areas in Asia. It’s damp, green, lush and with great effort, tourist-ed areas can be avoided. I made my way to the terrace farms in the hilly mountains between the volcano Mt. Batur and Ubud. My driver hated the fact that I did not want to remain at scenic spots. When we stopped, I’d just get my stuff, tell him he better wait for me, then just wandered off deep into the wet terrace fields.
The tiers grooved the hills like a contour map. The tracks were narrow, the fields soaked with water, and mist clouded most of the vista views. In the early morning drizzle, I saw a group of ladies picking flowers for an upcoming Hindu festival. Temples and shrines throughout the following week would be brilliantly adorned by these bright yellow/orange blooms. Through the cool humid morning green, I shot this lady walking through the fields.
Linh Vien Thai is Amerasian, born in Dalat, South Vietnam, where he continued to lived during the war. He left for the U.S. and is now an American living in Tokyo. He enjoys adventure traveling and doing what’s right to make the world a better place.
