A gritty wind blows across this field while I wait and watch. I can not bring myself to take a photograph of that tree, so I keep it all on my heart. I have to step over the empty bottles under the Drinking Tree on my way home. I've never been there after the sun sets. I've never seen the drinkers. I can only imagine their secret meetings here after the shadows turn to night. I know their poison of choice by the labels on the discarded bottles: Jack Daniels Black Label, Dark Eyes Vodka, brown beer bottles of every brand. Bird shit is splattered across some of the bottles. Somehow I think it is wrong to take a photograph of this place. It seems like a sacred place to the mysterious drinkers who come here every night. Even in the bright sun, this is a dark place. If I close my eyes I can see the people sitting, slumped shoulders underneath the canopy of the Drinking Tree consuming their hopes and dreams in the dark away from judgmental eyes and unforgiving stares.
19 August 2008
The Wind & Me
A gritty wind blows across this field while I wait and watch. I can not bring myself to take a photograph of that tree, so I keep it all on my heart. I have to step over the empty bottles under the Drinking Tree on my way home. I've never been there after the sun sets. I've never seen the drinkers. I can only imagine their secret meetings here after the shadows turn to night. I know their poison of choice by the labels on the discarded bottles: Jack Daniels Black Label, Dark Eyes Vodka, brown beer bottles of every brand. Bird shit is splattered across some of the bottles. Somehow I think it is wrong to take a photograph of this place. It seems like a sacred place to the mysterious drinkers who come here every night. Even in the bright sun, this is a dark place. If I close my eyes I can see the people sitting, slumped shoulders underneath the canopy of the Drinking Tree consuming their hopes and dreams in the dark away from judgmental eyes and unforgiving stares.
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Poignant, gritty and thought provoking... so well expressed.... and an evocative image as well....
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