Day Forty-Five

My morning walk enjoys this view painted upon the wall. My favorite mural is of the hibiscus and humming bird. 

Day Forty-Four

Durring the lunch hour the children at the school daycare were outside selling ice-cream, to raise money for "Save the Whales". As any good person would do, I bought the ice-cream for the sake of the children more than for my want (oh, but I do love ice cream, and it is such a rare treat). I decided that while I ate my ice-cream I'd take a short stroll along the beach. 

Day Forty-Three

A tree of roots. There trunk, I think, was once hanging roots that earthed themselves when they reached the soil.

Surface roots make a tree look very old, in my opinion. One of these days, when I get around to it, I'm going grow bonsai trees, and they will have roots like this this tree. 

Day Forty-One

Just a few houses away from mine is this little bar. Some evenings when I call it a night a little earlier than usual I will observe the locals playing dominoes as I pass by. It reminds me of the days before television became the means of entertainment. I can happily say that after I moved out of my parents house, so many years ago, I stopped watching television. I don't even know what plays anymore. 

Day Thirty-Nine

The sun paints the clouds in a beautiful array of yellows, reds, and oranges (orange happens to be the complement to the blue of the sky and sea, which may be why sunsets are so so striking, especially over the ocean). So often in our awe looking into the dappled colours of the sunset we forget to look behind us, to note that indeed we are bathed in colour. Today's sunset wasn't as grand as the many I have enjoyed in my few days here, but my eye caught the clouds behind, and I thought upon how we neglect to see the beauty all around when blinded by the beauty of one.  

Day Thirty-Eight

I'd love to transverse the rocky terrain of Dominica only taking pictures of the many beautiful flowers that I see each day. 

Day Thirty-Two

A few of the sights around my neighborhood as I walk to school each morning: 

This one is one of the guilty culprits of my nightly chorus. (The rosters crowing don't bother me nearly as much as the dogs barking.)

I live on Mountain Breeze Road, as you can see indicated on the electricity pole on the right. 

I live in humble surroundings.

A young goat tied to a steak on the side of the road. You can't tell, but the grass is significantly taller than he is.