As my wife and I walked the streets of Denpasar, Bali, Indonesia on the last night of our two week adventure we came across this scene out front of a local seafood restaurant. The stack of cracked coconut shells immediately caught my eye. I couldn't help but envision a local fisherman bringing in his fresh catch from the day to be prepared for dinner guest, taking a seat in this chair and cracking open these coconuts. Each one cracking open just as the next, a little mindless repetition and monotony to end the day.