That’s Pak Made. He is the caretaker and builder of this Balinese temple behind him where he graciously let me camp and shoot the stars the other night. We had long conversations about change and how the person you are today is unrecognizable to your future self.
I had a profoundly surreal moment yesterday. Eating breakfast at our hotel I noticed a guy in a beret , smoking a cigar, and washing the windows in front of me. It was the most French thing I ever saw. I instantly went into a Time Machine. I saw my past, my present and future flash before my eyes. If you knew me growing up, This is the guy you knew. Scott the window washer. If you ask people who I am today you may get a different answer. If you had told that guy how much he would change, how he’d grow, and what life would look like in the years to come, he would have never believed you, and rightfully so.
I took a long look through that glass yesterday and all I saw was my reflection. I took a few photos then went and joined him to help him wash some windows before I left to work. He doesn’t know how much that little interaction affected me.
