In the land of greens and blues, where every inch is damp with life,
It’s the reds that weep and sing.
The reddest reds I’ve ever seen, as alive as blood or water.
Reds living amongst deities and denizens, scooters and trucks, temples and topknots,
And serious whimsy, offerings twice a day.
The dream of Bali changed how I see.
(First phto only by Dave Van Rooy/Pong Yoopin, the rest by me.)