Faces of Bunutan, Bali

My brother Jim and I used to leaf through National Geographic magazine and fixate on images of people with rings around their necks, women baring their breasts, tribes who paint their faces, etc. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine myself coming face to face with someone so culturally different. And although it was never my goal to do so, getting off my complacent butt and seeing the world for myself was a natural progression of my growing curiosity and eagerness to challenge my comfort zone.

Here are but a few of the wonderful characters that I came upon during my walks up and down the river road in the tiny village of Bunutan.

Above is a photo of a couple in a nearby village further up the road. I kept thinking how nice it would be if my brother were able experience this with me now that we're adults!

Here is a fisherman walking home with his catch:

Loved this woman. She stopped to pose for me but made sure her mouth was covered:

This man was trying to sell Dick some picture postcards earlier and now he has become our own:

Another wonderful woman, feeding oranges to the pigs:

There are endless opportunities to photograph children:

This little boy's mother was so proud of her son and her home. She waved me into her kitchen, which was a tiny windowless room with dirt floors and bamboo walls. It was tidy and wonderful and I was so overwhelmed it didn't even occur to me to photograph it! Doh!

Last but not least, here is a "faceless portrait" of a little fisherboy. This was taken in front of Apa Kabar, where we stayed.