Tuesday, 6 December 2011

The simplicity of an open sky.

I worked for a few hours raking up the slashed heads of Bahia grass and piling it so that it won't reseed. Some of the greatest peace can be found whilst working with the land, doing some of the simplest jobs. You can bare witness to the beauty in every leaf or soil, The clouds grew darker as the day wore on and as I was walking back across the river which brought me there, the clouds began to weep.