Mirror Image

The still waters of the Essequibo River is not reflective of the wrath of this dangerous beast. Oftentimes it is literally gut wrenching to traverse this deadly passage with its cloudy waters crashing into your vessel as if taunting you to step out and face it or should I say take it like a man. There is no glossy covering, no shimmering reflection of anything, there is just pure evil in its intent to maul and ravage you. It just want to inflict pain and suffering. It does not put on a show, it doesn't care about what you think. It is the one who is in charge. Yet at this time, this beast is resting. It lazily rolls around like a swan engaging in a ritualistic dance. It is here for a show, it mimics the sky; a stunning imitation that seems surreal. It seems to be saying, "who me? I wouldn't hurt a fly". It is the perfect example of tranquility transforming into chaos then back again into tranquility. There is no peace. There is no hope. You just wait with bated breath for the inevitable change. This is no show of weakness, not even a show of meekness. It is resting, re-energizing itself for the onslaught that will happen in a few hours time. This is the nature of a wolf in sheep's clothing. This is the hidden nature of man...

Simple Life

This photograph was taken in Canal #2 Polder, West Bank Demerara, Guyana. It may seem like a painting, however, it is not, it is yet another byproduct of false labeling as so foisted upon us by the Chinese. The so-called 8 megapixels yielded this quality of photograph. 

Anyways back to the painting ... I mean photograph. 

In times like these in Guyana, where the order of the day is to patten yourself off of the Americans; based on what is shown on television. Which is false by the way. I was told that many of the moral values of Americans are fairly intact and its only the rich and famous and some vagabonds that engage in such lascivious and immoral behaviors. We can probably label the rich and famous as vagabonds then? 

It is quite peaceful to look upon such beauty, such greenery as a cow lazily eats the natural food placed before her by God. To look at the vast expanses of land devoid of noticeable development, no concrete jungle, just pure and simple agriculture, simply practiced.

Standing in solitude, in the background, but in the center of this photograph is a majestic silk cotton tree. As a forester, standing more that a mile away, I could still spot this king. This tree might have been planted by the Dutch or could be an offspring of one such tree. Nevertheless it still stands, hopefully no one will place a chainsaw at its base anytime in the future in the name of development ... or poverty. 

I gaze at the sight before me, thinking of simpler times, of times when I had no responsibilities, when I was free. Free to do what I what. However, such times are no more and I'm grateful for that. Honestly...

Yet I wish I can retreat to places like these, once in a while. To refresh myself  and thoughts so I can face my responsibilities with an invigorated mind.