Tuesday, May 31, 2011

My Africa Story: A Photograph

She would watch us many times as we walked down the hill to the sanctuary and then back up again to the administrative offices.
Her eyes, always so intent, ever-observant.

On this day I asked if I could take her picture.
She said yes.

Outside the gate to her home she stood so still and waited for me to indicate that I was done.
Only when I showed her the image on the small screen did a corner of her mouth turn slightly upward in what I think may have been a smile.

This was just a snapshot. Something captured so quickly in my comings and goings of that week.
At the time, I did not notice the shoes on her feet... if you can call them that.
It was not until I came home and uploaded the photos to my computer that I realized.

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