From our lunch table overlooking the Caribbean the Cave Man stories intensified, Do you want to see the man who lives in the cave? I did see him, he's 2 feet behind his fishing net, below.
With every intention of shooting him, once I saw him, I could not. He possessed nothing but his dignity.
From our lunch table, above/below, the Cave Man's sanctuary.
Haven't we all had I'll-go-live-in-a-cave Robinson Crusoe thoughts? The Cave Man's foyer, below.
Coming face-to-face with a person who is living that life I saw the poverty surrounding his choices and his deep courage in retaining his integrity & spirit, though the choices take him to death. He is free, burdening no one.
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No, I could not take his picture.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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Again my love of seeing gardens across the globe stuns with epiphany.
2 comments:
STUNNING!Looks like you had a wonderful vacation.
Fascinating...you made the right decision...
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