Unlike the National Geographic ratio of 1,000 photographs taken for each one printed, my “mind photos” are all perfectly framed and exposed and the subjects are brilliant. The only thing lacking is an actual camera.
Today we went into Masindi (more paint, don’t cha know?) by way of Nyabyeya and Ashaba Primary School. The youngest kids, 4 years old, were fascinated and fascinating. They looked like clones and ewre as cute as kittens. CLICK!
On the way back there is a section where the road dips below the level of the can fields so you are looking up at the workers swinging their hoes in the dark soil. It could have been a scene from North Carolina or Mississippi two hundred years ago. CLICK!
A little farther along fifty or so cane cutters straggled along the road heading from lunch. Their dark skins were blackened even more from the soot left when the fields were fired prior to harvesting and their cover-alls were filthy and tattered. Change the background and replace the cane knives with picks and shovels and they could have been miners in West Virginia or Wales. CLICK!
When we returned home we noticed that my license plate has gone missing. Fallen off or, more likely, nicked. UDA386F, where are you?
