Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
This photo draws me in
It is not one of beauty
A woman sits contemplating
Maybe she is just exhausted
Or maybe she seeks to hide
In the mist on her Indian hill side
The mist hints of beauties
I cannot yet hope to explore
Of hidden towns and creatures
Of treasures yet to find
Yet the woman sits contemplating
In a rickety old chair
And the foreground of dirt
Makes me think of plain old life
There is no richness of money
There is no perfection here
There is just a woman
Dirt, grass and mist
In a rickety old chair
Thanks to Sarah Coultis for the photo – I really do love this photo 🙂