Women carrying big earthen water jugs on their back, their strong green, red and yellow dresses in stark contrast with their chocolate skin;
small children framed by a narrow gate in the wooden fence waving and laughing at us;
the vultures devouring a goat;
men ploughing the field with their oxen;
the supersize puzzle of field patches in distinct shades of brown and golden;
the young chocolate girl with the wide brimmed straw hat and a bright smile;
the young mother holding and feeding her son;
the solitary tree on the hillside;
the herd of cattle returning to the village in the late afternoon shrouded in clouds of dust;
the hundreds of golden straw stacks dotting the field after harvest;
the huge well entrance dug deep into the limestone allowing access to the water to people and cattle;
the acacia tree in blossom;
the pelicans on lake Tana;
the woman filtering the hulls out from the grains;
the golden lake at sunrise;
the vivid colours of the monastery paintings;
the old blind man praying in front of the monastery;
the shepherd under the large tree;
the chocolate girl arranging items in her little souvenir shop;
the stunningly beautiful young girl looking at and through me from gorgeous yet sad eyes;
the crowd cheering on top of the hill;
the boys dancing around me at dusk, singing and clapping their wooden sticks;
the abandoned tanks rusting along the roadside;
the young women walking on the market balancing big bags on their head their hips swinging synchronuously;
the lovely little blue bird in the morning;
the little round huts dotting the hillside like a set of identical hats on a shelf; the random arrangement of rocks in the water;
the gorgeous amaryllis thriving in the garden;
the orange butterfly;
the beautiful castle in Gondar;
the jacaranda trees;
the twisted thorntree against the blue sky;
the white termite hill reminding of a Buddha statue;
the layered ridges of the Blue Nile Gorge at sunset.
Many pictures have I taken with my camera. A lot more I've taken with me in my mind and heart and it is these that I'll carry with me everywhere I'll go.
Friday, March 14, 2008
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2 comments:
So it seems that you are still enthusiastic about everything that surrounds you! Not even a hint of being tired of unknown? Congratulations for such a big heart and mind! When reading your entries, I can’t stop thinking of the 90% of people around us that see and live through you. It’s like a piggy ride of sorts…
By the way, the post card that you’ve sent us was shown to everybody. Thank you for being our dear friend.
Michelle
The colors. All of the magnificent vibrant colors you speak of. It is April 13th here. Donna is coming home tonight from calgary visiting our son and wife and our 4th grandchild. 1st from Donna's side. Her son's wife. A baby girl. Elsa. I just last week completed an 8 day traverse of Garibaldi Park with 5 others. Not very colorful. All white. Very beautiful in it's own way though. You have to try your hand at writing Diana. We are going to Vantage in two weeks once again for 9 days climbing. We are so looking forward to that. It was 26C there yesterday. WOO HOO! Hugs and kisses. Miss you. Dave Be safe.
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