There can’t be many people who visit Bali and leave without taking at least a couple of photos of the padis. These iconic rice fields are part and parcel of Balinese life and they not only sustain and nourish its inhabitants, but they are also a feast for the eyes.
No matter how many times I visit, I can’t help but get excited by this exotic and verdant landscape. The steep terraces cut into the side of hills, the chequer board of greens in the valleys, the narrow strips of land running down to the sea – if there is somewhere to grow rice, the Balinese will find it.
With only two seasons, the wet and the dry, and with humidity as high as 85% rice can be grown all year round. As the rice reaches maturity and is ready to be harvested it starts to turn yellow but it’s when it’s at its brightest green that I love photographing it best.
These are some photographs that I took of the Irishman last May and were shown in London in June (1.5 x 1m prints) Unfortunately they became rather crumpled on the journey over from Jakarta and even more so when we rolled them up to take back. We abandoned the idea and left them in our hotel bin!