Between shrines draped in checked cloth, the figure waits while offerings pass overhead.
The procession moves out beneath fringed parasols, offerings balanced on heads and a masked figure towering over the crowd.A woman in white dances at the center of the crowd, arms flung wide, while the masked figure looks on.
Moments later she folds her arms tight around herself as the crowd closes in.
Women carry offerings through the split stone gate, the masked figure close on their heels.Under the thatched shrines of Pura Luhur Besikalung, the courtyard fills with offerings and white.
Offerings arrive head high as the figure circles the courtyard.
The procession winds between the thatched shrines, red banners hanging still in the gray light.Men sit cross-legged in prayer, the masked figure standing among the parasols.
An elder of the gamelan plays without looking down, his eyes on something across the pavilion.
Gilded gamelan frames come off the back of a truck, rice terraces rising behind them.Through the temple gate, the congregation sits in white beneath the parasols.
Hands rise to foreheads in prayer as incense drifts across the golden shrine.
Temple elders move through the rows sprinkling holy water over bowed heads.The gamelan plays on in white and gold, mallets moving in unison.
Smoke rises from the red and gold shrine as the priests tend the offerings inside.
Men in white headcloths dress the shrine in red and gold, lifting the sacred figures into place.A man reaches out as others steady him at the shrine, the ceremony pressing close around him.
Rows of men sit in white facing the shrine, tall offerings of woven palm rising at its center.
Priests ring their bells at the edge of the forest. A woman with yellow flowers in her hair carries an offering past.A long white cloth is carried through the courtyard, the procession walking beneath it.
An elder in white, cigarette in hand, lets the ceremony swirl around him.
A woman holds a little girl close in the middle of the ceremony.The courtyard fills with white and gold, rice terraces climbing the hill beyond the temple.
The procession pours through the gate carrying towers of offerings.
Women in white and gold dance in rows across the courtyard, the terraces green behind the temple walls.A man in white joins the dancing women, arms out, finding the same slow rhythm.
The dance moves as one body, hands turning in the evening light.
Gilded masks with manes of hair wait beneath the yellow parasols as an old man lifts his hand toward them.A gilded mask looms beside an old man in white, its carved teeth bared.
Two gilded masks with shaggy manes move through the crowd beneath the yellow parasols.
A dancer in gold and a tall crown steps across the grass as the crowd watches at dusk.A woman sinks to the grass in the middle of the ceremony, hands pressed to the earth, as the crowd moves around her.
The masked figure moves through the crowd beneath red parasols, its white mane nearly touching the ground.
Offerings sit on the shrine beneath fringed umbrellas, the stone wrapped in black and white checked cloth.After dark, a masked dancer lunges across the grass while the gamelan plays under the lights.
Two young dancers in gold move to the gamelan while the temple courtyard looks on.
