Where do you start when it comes to images of Bali? Perhaps with the rice fields near Ubud, where - as here - the newly harvested rice is spread out on sheets to dry in the sun...
Or perhaps with the people - friendly, open and utterly charming. These boys were dressed smartly ready to take part in a festival - of which the Balinese have many...
Or perhaps with the wonderful costumes and displays of dancing, as here, in Ubud, where, sadly, the number of performers on a Tuesday night almost outnumbered the audience...
Of course, many people come visit Bali for the surfing, as here on Paradise Beach, Belangan.
An elaborately carved door in the art museum in Ubud, leading from shade out into the blistering heat and light of an Balinese afternoon.
Best job on Bali? This bird scarer sits in his raised hut and pulls on lines, which spread out in all directions. across the rice fields. With a sharp tug on a line, its attached flags are set in motion and its cans jangle away, sending the birds aloft. There's nothing more soporific in the afternoons than hearing the intermittant jangling of lines over the rice fields..
It can get hot on Bali, and that applies to the food too. Here chillies are spread out in a market.
Each village has its own festivals. Here worshippers have moved from the temple down onto the beach at Balangan, in the south of the island. At the end of the day, the temporary shrine is left on the beach and the sand strewn with little offerings in their palm baskets.
Offerings are prepared in small, square baskets made of palm leaves and left in the temple of shrine - as tokens of devotion, is it the intention that counts, not the value of what is offered.
Break time for those working in the rice fields. It's a tough life, stooping over for hour after hour.
Rice cultivation requires plenty of water, and that's proved by the mountains of central Bali, and not just during the rainy season. Looking out over the hills beyond Munduk, I had assumed that what I saw was just unharvested forest, but was quickly disabused of that idea by an expert guide who pointed out that everything was farmed - with coffee, ginger, tumeric and many other things growing all mixed in together in the rainforest. It was certainly a very natural, environmentally sensitive way of farming, but it also accounts for the relative poverty of many of those who work on the land.
But for me, the enduring image of Bali is that of the rice terraces...
... and of those who work in them.
And now... Why not take a look at my photographs of the Monkey Forest?