
” Like dried up and hard pathways in a human brain, no longer in use, but carrying within them distant memories of Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn.”
I took this shot on the same walk I described in the previous post.
” Like dried up and hard pathways in a human brain, no longer in use, but carrying within them distant memories of Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn.”
I took this shot on the same walk I described in the previous post.
The Boabab tree dots the African landscape. To the local peoples, these magnificent trees are seen to be retainers of the memories of the ancestors. There is a sanctity about them. Their branches always remind me of hundreds of fingers reaching out and trying to clutch the sky. I love sketching and drawing them.