Visiting Viñales Valley
This collection soothes me like the gentle breeze flowing through an otherwise silent garden. Mother Nature; how beautiful, how powerful, how zen.
It also brings me welcomed memories of Guyana. I remember the men heading to the fields with their rain boots and cutlasses. I remember cows grazing along the damn next to grandfather’s house, and I remember the drives to town that’d leave me mesmerized by the expansive lands of rice fields and coconut trees. Pleasant memories of home.
These days when I travel, I pay keen attention to what’s the same. “Search for” reads differently - perhaps even more nicely - but searching would imply taking extra effort to find. That’s not how my experiences have been. I absolutely love the exposure to things that are different about the people and cultures wherever I go. But even more, I love seeing how similar we still are, despite the exciting differences. There’s a lot of hope for humanity found there.
So yes, this collection soothes me like a rejuvenating reconnection with Mother Nature, but also with home.