Flight

Herons in flight at sunrise. I’m living in Petutu, just north of Ubud – famous for being the home of 20,000 nesting herons.

Jungle Shower

Jungle shower, Bali sunset. Typical day yo ?

Songbird

Sunrise with Leanna Rachel at Bloo Lagoon, East Bali. The early songbird caught the worm <3

No. 37

“When I look at my life I realise that the mistakes I have made, the things I really regret, were not errors of judgement but failures of feeling.” Jeanette Winterson When I need to catch up with myself – today’s state of mind and heart – I return to my greatest loves in music and literature. Where would I, where would we be without these anchors? Colours, textures, sound and visions – these threads through memory and life. This image is entitled No. 37 – because I have Dave Matthews’ voice in my head – from a live gig, “Song #41″ was titled thus so because it… creatively, as it’s the forty-first song we wrote, it’s called Number Forty One.” I discovered Dave Matthews one day at work at Sacred Chow in the West Village. Time stood still. A colleague said to me, ‘I don’t get you, you like Dave Mathews AND John Denver?’ At that very moment, over the speakers, Dave covered a JD song.. Today I’m burrowing into memories from colder places, from days before computers and personal cellular devices. When I photocopied pages from Jeanette’s books and pinned them around my bed..

K8

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Bubbles

Yogi Derek blew bubbles under the fairy lights for the little French girl..

Sofia

There’s something about Sofia. A recent graduate of High Vibe Yoga, Sofia lit up Bisma Eight along with the sunrise..

Noah and Isaac

They be leaving on a jet plane.

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.

Tampak Siring

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

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.

Russell Price

Ruski is a damn fine writer. Funny, irreverent, insighful and sharp, we shot these photos at my ‘other villa’ Desa Bulan, for his new blog. I’m itching to read it.

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..

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.

Raja Ampat

These skies. This place. Aboard The Arenui. Raja Ampat There’s a longer story about how I came to be here. It was an epic turning of celestial cogs, lets say. More about that later..