My first stop in Indonesia was the city of Yogyakarta, better known at Yogya or Jogja by locals, in the central region of the island of Java. Yogya was the capital of the Mataram Sultanate in the late 16th and early 17th century and then became the capital of Indonesia during the National Revolution (1945-1949). Despite no longer acting as a main political center, Yogya certainly thrives as a culture capital. The city is filled with visual arts, craft production- notably textiles- and performing arts. The streets are overflowing with vibrant batik fabrics, innumerable assortments of fruit and brightly painted building facades. Vendors of clothing and souvenirs line the main street, Jalan Malioboro, and one can step off of this busy street of cars, buses and becaks (cycle rickshaws) into any side street or alley with even more chaotic foot traffic. Along a market sidewalk I watched young boys smooth semi-precious stones in water pails for rings, an old man thread a flower adornment for a special occasion, and a woman patch together batik scraps for a quilt. A few chicken wandered the less busy allies and beautifully constructed bird cages hung from nearly every house and shop corner. Below are a few of these encounters walking through Yogya.