Lava

“I am”… I said To no one there And no one heard at all Not even the chair

Jungle Shower

Jungle shower, Bali sunset. Typical day yo ?

Burning Sunrise

A long day in the saddle, off-road biking, lava fields, Bali Age villages and a blistering sunrise with fast blowing icy clouds.

Being human is an exercise and it takes your whole life.

“The idea we’re given of reading…is that I should sit here and I should be entertained. And the more classical model that has been completely taken away, is the idea of a reader as an amateur musician. And amateur musician sits at a piano, has a piece of music which is the work made by somebody they don’t know, who they probably couldn’t comprehend entirely, and they have to use their skills to play this piece of music. The greater the skill, the greater the gift that you give the artist and that the artist gives you… It takes all kinds of sensitivities…all kinds of different qualities to understand what is going on in that book, not just on the superficial level, its plot and character, but what it believes… And the complexity of that is a real education of the emotions and of the heart; and it’s very hard to get that education elsewhere. Those procedures are vital. They’re really important to becoming a human being. Becoming a human being isn’t just something you get with your birth, it’s an exercise and it takes your whole life.” Zadie Smith

Jana

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Encountering You

Encountering you, I found a sense in my abyss. Viollette Dulac

World Photo Day

I shivered in those solitudes when I heard the voice of the salt in the desert.

Because How Could I Not

I’ll keep posting photos of Bambu Indah, because, how could I not? The new Honeymoon House, with it’s copper roof perching on a hillside, overlooking the river and the Nayan Pools – it’s a miracle of location, design and nature. It’s uniquely Bambu Indah. Another gem from Elora Hardy and Ibuku <3

Musical

‘But the truth is that the most lovingful moments are quite hard to remember. Because they’re musical. They’re not narrative. The moments of hugging and kissing or making love, they’re usually colored abstract or emotional.’ Gaspar Noe

Smoke

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Bride

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Jackson

Jackson was my winter muse. This field I called The Seven Kingdoms. March 13th was foggy. But that was then.

Pererenan

I went down to the coast to visit my Sara. Everyone who loves her calls ‘my Sara’. Her new house is scattered with my old things. Jars painted with hearts, Ganesha gathering cobwebs in the window, my faded duvet. Pererenan It was raining when I woke up, I scraped myself out of bed, onto my bike, and scooted down to the beach, leaving my flip flops on the bike. It was dark and wet, no surfers. Just the way I like it. Moody. Private. No flashy colors – just sky, clouds, light and ocean. The dark line of water on the black sand. My (other) kind of sunrise. Happy. Home.

The Nayan Pools

Saturdays with Elora and Nayan in the Nayan Pools at Bambu Indah. With the Ayung River rushing by below the pools, it’s another world. At sunset, the swallows swoop just above our heads… Thank you <3

Pixie

Pixie was an eager model. Bali is full of small and pretty cats..

Tampak Siring

Good morning Bali. Rising in the dark, to make it to the jungle beneath Mount Agung for this misty sunrise. Stunning..

Bambu Indah Sunrise

Bambu Indah, famed for it’s sunsets, also rocks an awesome sunrise. I was there this morning for 7am to join John Hardy on his daily trash walk. Friends, and guests of the hotel join John, with bags around their necks, and spears in hand, to collect trash throughout the community. The trash is then all brought back to be sorted, sold (the plastic bags go to Enviro Pallets) and recycled. Initiatives like this are urgently needed in Bali, and this project is not only creating jobs for locals, but spreading awareness and change. Bring it on. I’ll be back for more.

And Breathe

You know your jet lag is over when your insomnia is back to it’s usual schedule.. Campuhan Ridge sunrise – it never gets old.

Bambuh Indah

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Flower Work

flower work is not easy. remaining soft in the fire takes time. By @nayyirah.waheed from Salt

2015 Looked Something Like This

America, Bali, England, Bangkok, Paris and Morocco. Grateful for a year on the move. New friends, places, light and beauty. Lots of music, camels, sand, beaches, laughter and love. Thank you, yes please more please <3

Lila Chihuahua

I’ve been dog and housesitting a fair bit these last few months. Lila is the smallest dog I’ve met yet – and the one with the biggest personality.

Dar Qawi – Riad by the Sea

My darling friend Kia has a stunning Riad by the Sea in Essaouira. Essaouira was the final destination on my trip, and I was thrilled to be able to spend time here at Dar Qawi. Honestly, I barely left the house for the first three days – I was so content there. It’s full of beautiful details and well thought luxuries. The staff are wonderful, and I felt pampered beyond belief. Essaouira is more western and relaxed than many other places. The salty fishy air blows throughout the town, keeping things fresh. The food is the best I found in Morocco, and the people charming. We peeked at the Outsider Art scene at the huge and awesome joutiya (flea market), ate heartily, watched sunsets with camels, and took a few photos.. The very busy fishing port is non stop action – fishermen fishing, seagulls hustling, fat cats eating, sellers gutting, customers buying – it’s non stop. The ocean just keeps on giving. Dar Qawi – Riad by the Sea The good news is that  Dar Qawi is for sale. It can be yours, if you’d love a new home by the sea.

Six Weeks in Morocco

No trip really begins until two weeks in. For the first 14 days at least, I find my heart and mind remain wherever and with whomever I’ve just left behind. And then shit gets real. Presence happens. For whatever reason I chose Morocco (oh my what an unplanned contrast to Bali) it was incredible – my eye was continually delighted. I spent many happy hours on buses, trains and in grand taxis – and so my surprise, enjoyed each of them very much. Six Weeks in Morocco I left with much of the country yet to be discovered, but I’m happy to have been to the mountains, the oceans, the cities and the desert. Until next time Morocco. Shukran.

Chefchaouen and the Rif Mountains

I reached the cooler climes of the Rif Mountains, and for the first time since arriving in Morocco, I relaxed. Being cradled in such beauty, in a tranquil blue town where people genuinely seem happy, was balm to my soul. I was invited on a ‘walk’ by Abdul. He said the medina was too hot, so we should go where it was cooler. Haha, cooler my ass.  We enjoyed a six hour hike – 4 hours up in the fall sun, 2 hours descending with the sun – where sweat formed in layers under one another, like rings on a tree. Chefchaouen and the Rif Mountains But oh the beauty. This area is the main marijuana growing area of Morocco, and we walked through farm after farm of hashish, for as far as the eye can see. I’m still pinching myself that it’s all real. We visited a bio farm, where some young German woofers were toiling. With no running water or power, the energy was unique. In one afternoon we saw (and tasted) walnuts, pomegranates, almonds, thousands of ripe figs, oceans and oceans of marihuana, grapes blackberries, cactus fruit, carob, bamboo, plums, olives, honey, rose hips and mini tomatoes. This […]

Oceans of Sand on the Edge of the World

The Sahara. Oceans of sands, timeless winds, camels and endless sunshine. The silent space of a star filled night. The sunrise which brings color to the world moment by moment. The sense that you are on the edge of the world, between modernity and the ancients. Oceans of Sand on the Edge of the World Every movie I’ve seen filmed here flashes in my mind – Peter O’Toole and Omar Sherif, Star Wars and Gladiator. Jesus of Nazareth, The Sheltering Sky, Jewel in the Nile, Kingdom of Heaven and Babel.. This is the yellow I was craving after years in the jungle. The silence and space – a contrast to the raucous jungle which grows before your eyes. Here the only movement is the odd beetle, a flowing tuft of grass and the moving sands.

Yellow

  Yellow. As far as the eye could see. Sand and dust and desert. I haven’t been anywhere new in awhile. I got the tingles of new discoveries, the unknown and the mysterious. Yellow The opposite of Bali’s green. Dry heat, thick mud walls, camels and dunes. North Africa, our meeting is overdue..

Dust

On my final night in England, I walked the lanes again. This time the sun was out, along with the combines. After cold days and a moody start to August, at last there was golden light and gold dust. Dust The powdered harvest filled the air.

Honeysuckle

After 5 years in Asia with 6pm sunsets (give or take 20 minutes), I craved long summer nights and European wine, cobbled streets, olives, blueberries and figs. And flirty skirts – without constant sweat. First step England, to spend time with family and friends. I have to seek out inspiration here – in Bali it’s just everywhere. Honeysuckle What else to shoot in a garden, but flowers? I’m rediscovering the flowers of my childhood. Honeysuckle stirs me.

This Cheeky Wave

These are my favourite kind of waves. Just before they break – there’s a cheeky tip. I scour the beaches for the spots where they swell, waiting for just this moment. Cheeky Wave The rest of the ocean swells, few ripples, deeper currents beneath. Then a crest. A few seconds building..

Golden Fish

There are often Banyan trees on corners – the road turns in a beautiful sweep. Often there are graveyards too, or cremation grounds. This turn is on my route from Canggu to Ubud, and on this day, I hit it smack on sunset. Banyan to the left of me, golden fish to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle on my Scoopy. The fish men of Bali carry handmade wooden racks on the backs of their bikes, with tiny bags of gold fish hanging from them. All the more golden when lit by the sunset.

Blue

Another tranquil morning. I don’t love the big flashy skies with the bright colors so much as this. Blue The quiet hour. With only fishermen for company. And the dogs. Always Bali dogs..

Joy

It was one of those mornings. There wasn’t much to shoot. And then this chap strolls along, being all joy full and stuff. Beach Joy If you go to the beach pretty much every morning for a year, you get to know the colors fairly well. The light, the shadows, when the fisherman return with full nets, when the dogs wake up hungry. This morning I felt like I’d shot it all before. I’d been there done that. I heard a noise, turned around, and he was dancing in the cloud reflection ocean puddle. Perfect.

Wherever I Roam

I left Canggu, and found myself in California – just in time for winter don’t you know. I have epic timing. Again. And I found myself on another epic beach and a new sunset, facing kinda the same direction. Same sky, different light. Wherever I Roam As I travel, I seek out trees and beaches. Who knew this Londoner had so much nature in her? Guess I ain’t no Londoner no more..  

Eucalyptus

Oh these trees! Different light and different smells than Bali. These are two of my favorite reasons to travel. Oh, and food. Of course. Eucalyptus The history of eucalyptus in California is interesting. It seems that artichokes and eucalyptus are two things which Californians crave, miss and identify with.

Planet Backpack

During my first shoot with Conni on Campuhan Ridge she was upstaged by some bales of straw. Planet Backpack Conni is Germany’s No. 1 travel blogger. It was a pleasure to hang out with her and hear about how she lives, works and travels. Check out her site (all in German) for more.

Ganges

Another moment of tranquility on the banks of the Ganges. There was chaos behind me, noisy crowds, dogs, kite flying, cricket playing, and laundry being laid out to dry. And before me – serenity. Ganges The Ganges draws so many people. It is at once personal and shared, private and public.

Balian Surfer

Surfers watch breaks. It’s what they do. Try as I might, I’ve yet to understand the patterns of the oceans, the movements of the waves, the rhythm of the swell. Balian is pretty much only known for it’s surf. The place people come to from all over Bali just to do one thing. Balian Surfer Another sunset. Another beach. Another surfer.

Amy Jean Pastore

I spent a day at Melati Cottages with the amazing Amy. She is a shining light from New Jersey, where she runs Flow Yoga Studio. Amy Jean Pastore I first met her in Chiang Mai way back when. She then showed up during Bali Spirit Festival, and the rest is history.  

Beetle

His name is Es. The kids were playing with a beetle between classes at Srisawat Wittayakarn School, in Nan Thailand. Beetle Whether it’s puppies or beetles, pets are not pets in Thailand, as we know them in the west. More about puppies later..  

Shilo Shiv Suleman

I experienced my first Maha Kumbh Mela in 2013. After the group I had planned to go with bailed on me, I reached out to our mutual friend in India, and asked to join her. An unusual move for me, but I knew I wanted to go, and that going alone wasn’t an option. Shilo Shiv Suleman How blessed I was. I not only had the pleasure of Shilo‘s company, and her partner Avijit Michael for the journey, but I got to witness and document Shilo painting a mural on the banks of the Ganges as part of her Fearless Project. Epic