Every so often I become nostalgic and look at pictures. I can take pictures for days….and days. Today, these were my favorites. Colombia.
I remember taking a picture of that road sign. I don’t know why I took it. I just did. Every photograph tells a story and every person “sees” a different story with the same picture. Medellín is a place I know. Bogotá is a place I can’t remember. The farm is a family one and I never ever get tired of that view. Ever. In fact, it gets prettier every time I see it. I think time and distance makes you appreciate things more. My aunt calls it an earthly paradise, and for this city girl, it is. The turtle (or is she a tortoise?) is named “Rosita.” She lives in my aunt’s backyard in El Pobaldo, Medellín. She is ancient and fond of hiding. She comes out at night though, which is when I snapped the photo. I refuse to touch her though. I have it stuck in my mind that if I touch her, she’ll retract her head inside that shell, stay that way—and die ;-)