I hate to admit it…
(because it might be just a little bit cheesy)
but I saw myself in these pitiful jute coffee sacks.
What is it
about life here…
that keeps me so totally raw
As if THAT NEEDLE is passing through
Do you know what the French word for DAY is?
I can’t help but see the symbolism.
(I am SHOUTING that, right NOW)
HERE in THIS PLACE
I have felt so totally out of control.
As if I was loosing my mind, my soul, my everything.
Well, you guys know…
you’ve had to
But the clouds are clearing.
The holes seem to be mending.
piecing us all
A new season is
the coffee harvest
is only a few weeks away.
Coffee bag mending for the 2012 season
Gacokwe Washing Station, Burundi
ISO 400, 1/1600 sec, f/1.6 (if you care about that stuff)