This is a catalog, of sorts, of my travel photography exhibit at Icebox Gallery in Minneapolis, March 25-April 29, 2017. Hours are Thursday-Friday from 10-6, and Saturdays from 12-5. There’s a special opening on Thursday, April 6 from 5-9 p.m. The gallery is also open by appointment. Call 612.788.1790. If you are in town, please […]
Travel Writers Radio, based in Melbourne, Australia, recently talked with Kris about our “Golden Hour” tour with Mr. Agung Rai of the ARMA Museum and Resort in Ubud, Bali. These were some of our first forays into recording interviews–and frogs. So have a listen and relive the beauty of Bali with us. Visit Travel Writers […]
I’ve been thinking a lot about Asia lately. We spent a few months there in 2011-12, and other than an isolated six week trip to Japan in 2013, haven’t been back. Perhaps this is the year. There’s a quality to the light in southern Asia that I haven’t seen anywhere else. I don’t know what […]
Capture the Colour is a travel photography contest sponsored by The Travel Supermarket. They’re a British company, hence the spelling of color. The idea is to enter five photos, each illustrating a striking color. I’ve chosen some photos that feature (mostly) a small area of the specified color, rather than a big field. Maybe it’s […]
(December 2011, Ubud, Bali) For over a thousand years, the cycle of rice growing in Bali has been managed through water temples, organized by watershed districts. The irrigation system begins at the fresh springs and crater lakes of Mts. Batur and Batukaru, and courses through rivers, irrigation ditches, and tunnels, picking up the phosphates of […]
Part of the ancient art of Bali rice field cultivation includes a flock of ducks who live in each paddy. Besides providing the daily eggs which a farmer can sell for extra money, they eat the pestilential bugs and eat the fallen rice. Having a black duck among the flock is considered good luck.
At the Mother Temple in Bali, women waited patiently in the drizzle for the buses full of tourists to unload before offering the tourists their wares.
While waiting for the cremation ceremony to begin in Ubud, I wandered through the nearby temple. I asked these men if I could take their picture. The one on the right said, “Two dollars.” I gave them each one, which they shoved somewhere under their sarongs.
Our hosts in Bali took us to a fire dance our first night on the island. While the dance was commencing, most of the spectators turned around to look at this. When people ask me about Bali, the first thing I usually say is that it really is paradise.
When you walk through the monkey forest at the end of Monkey Forest Road in Ubud, Bali hang on to your belongings or you may find yourself negotiating with a simian for the return of your sunglasses. That’s why it’s a good idea to always carry fruit in Bali.