Curlew silhouette

During my visit to the Kai Islands I stayed at a funky little guesthouse run by an eccentric Dutch-Muluku expat and his dog. I rested, read a book, and wrote in my own journal. I watched as the tide slowly crept up the sand flats and the clouds colored the transparent waters in pastel hues like a watercolor painting.

And in the evening at low tide, I wandered the sand flats barefoot collecting clams with the villagers and watching the shorebirds. The dreaminess of this place was narcotic...