Walking down the street in Ubud is like nose diving into a kaleidoscope. It's a rainbow of fruit flavors, color of a child's imagination, crayola acid-drop daydream. And as if you're not whiplashed enough by the omnipresent shimmering spectrum, you're humbled by the simple elegance of everyone around you. Whether it's festival-time or an ordinary Thursday, you can always find a lace-shirted, sarong-draped woman gliding off to temple. Sometimes she's walking 5 miles down the road with a 3-foot tray of offerings balanced on their head, sometimes she's spatula-ed in between 3 other passengers on the dinky seat of a scooter. But she always looks like a painting.

© Dominic Arizona Bonuccelli