Sea Salt

by Lizi Hamer

Bali

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The beginning of a long days hard toil, for the local sea salt farmer. Traditional methods in a modern day, soccer mad world. The back breaking work makes him a better player.
The beginning of a long days hard toil, for the local sea salt farmer. Traditional methods in a modern day, soccer mad world. The back breaking work makes him a better player.
Early morning the black sand beaches of Kusamba find salt farmers making their way to and from the ocean. Their leather buckets are balanced on bamboo poles, heavily laid upon their shoulders for a morning work.
Early morning the black sand beaches of Kusamba find salt farmers making their way to and from the ocean. Their leather buckets are balanced on bamboo poles, heavily laid upon their shoulders for a morning work.
Slowly and with a defined rhythm, they splash seawater across the raked black sand in their path.
Slowly and with a defined rhythm, they splash seawater across the raked black sand in their path.
Dawn breaks though the ill constructed homes of the sea salt farmers. Day waits for no man.
Dawn breaks though the ill constructed homes of the sea salt farmers. Day waits for no man.
Simple pleasures, a shared smile between friends at the end of a tough morning. These sea salt farmers rest and wait for another day work tomorrow.
Simple pleasures, a shared smile between friends at the end of a tough morning. These sea salt farmers rest and wait for another day work tomorrow.