An explosion of blossoming complexions inferior to the adorable whites of their eyes. Moments as innocent as watermelon lay ripe. Cobblestone alleys flooded with Mitsubishi mopeds and Pokémon paraphernalia. Clothesline. Chubby cheeks.

Timeless lifestyles untarnished by ideologies or consumerism. Ways of thinking derived from biology not religion or politics. A sustainable culture destitute of greed and necessitated by its habitat. Close community. Happiness envy.

Welcome to Indonesia. Home of smiles and peace signs. Status quo does not exist here. Nor vanity. Just beautiful children playing tag barefooted in the streets of Jantho amongst palm trees and fresh produce. Quintessence of life. Apogee.

Sumatra Indonesia. Banda Aceh. Bukit Lawang. Medan. Sibolangit.

We have come so far. Color grading is on such a different level now.

Rice fields. Pond fishing. Moped galore with DIY exhaust mufflers.

Helmets? Forget about it. Tom Cruise’ing in these streets. Stunting.

Scenes unscripted. Natural everyday moments during our commute.

Indelible smirking. Colors wealthier than rich. Incessant reminiscing.

Skin Reaction

Pichu. Being mindful to reconsider bathing in the river of Sumatran rainforest. Sensitive skin made its acquaintance with rashes and lymph nodes during our sojourn. Noche did not seem to mind that misty morning flight though.

Pikachu. Story 96 brings us one step closer to 100. Flashback to January 2015. Penthouse Obsession. Frank Kirschner suggests we begin sharing our assignments via email blasts and building relationships. Nine years later. Still oh so focused.

Raichu. You have no clue what awaits. No one has seen New York at night like this. Interlacing Brooklyn Bridge. Romanticizing World Trade Center. Flaunting Billionaire’s Row. Soaring Empire State Building. Goodnight Manhattan.