in the rice fields

amidst emerald-green terraces, where the wind gently sways through the tall grass, bali’s beauty is reflected in every drop of morning dew.
a farmer walks barefoot through the wet soil, while in the background, the silhouettes of temples and palm trees shape the horizon.
yet beyond the idyll, plastic waste piles up along the roads, and poverty hides behind lush greenery.
despite it all, laughter echoes through the air – an island of contrasts, where joy and melancholy go hand in hand.