Chasing Waterfalls, Ubud Bali
- Katherinne Rodriguez
- Jun 4
- 2 min read
Updated: Aug 11
There’s something deeply spiritual about getting lost in the Balinese jungle, where the only sound is the chorus of birdsong and the rush of cascading water.
On this day, I set out to explore the waterfalls tucked away in the heart of Ubud — not just for the photos, but for the feeling of being wild, grounded, and absolutely free.
The journey began as the morning light filtered through a thick canopy of palms and bamboo. I wore a soft sage green bikini — delicate yet bold — that blended perfectly with the lush surroundings.
Its strappy design felt like a nod to the natural vines around me, hugging my body like they were part of the forest too.
At the first waterfall, I climbed barefoot onto a moss-covered stone — its carved face hidden in the greenery like a secret guardian.
The water roared behind me, creating a curtain of silver mist that soaked the air.
I closed my eyes, breathed in the scent of earth and rain, and let the moment wrap around me like silk.
As I wandered deeper, I stepped into a sacred canyon where light poured in through narrow cliffs, creating ethereal rainbows in the mist.
The spray kissed my skin, and with every step I felt more alive.
The photos captured here — backlit by sunlight and veiled by waterfalls — are among my favorite ever. They’re raw, real, and full of movement.
I crossed bamboo bridges, stood still under sacred streams, and posed with the poise of a goddess but the soul of a jungle child.
My skin glowed, my hair danced with the breeze, and everything felt aligned — nature, spirit, and self.
This wasn’t just a photoshoot. It was a ritual. A return. A reminder that the wildest places often bring out our truest selves.
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