I spent a recent afternoon giving private lessons in a beautiful backyard mesmerized by this tree. I could barely take my eyes off her, imagining all sorts of intimate interactions between us. I wanted to draw her curves and fill a canvas with her full green top in sloppy strokes and thick piles of paint. I felt an intense need to climb her branches, hang a hammock in the dark, cozy middle and be rocked to a deep and comforting sleep. I longed to be encompassed by that tree. I yearned to set up a camp beneath her canopy and pass days and nights listening to stories of wisdom as the wind rustled through her branches.
In the end, all I could do was snap this photo, which doesn't really do her any justice at all.
A few other random photos - not sure why my camera phone always seems to be on it's last legs...more of that magnetic aura surrounding me, interfering with all things electronic....
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The shoe pile...love this place
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Mbalia's sweet school- reminds me of my own pre-school,
Toddler Town, with a similar wide porch and bright colors
(although my pre-school had two red & blue wooden soldiers
out front- definitely nicer without the soldiers) |
And this one from the RDC Embassy...I don't know if the original color was blue (seems like maybe it should have been green) but the irony of a national office of tourism struck me a little too hard as I struggled to accept my visa woes.
