I took this picture in Maasai Mara National Park, Kenya, in 2007. The camera was a crappy point and shoot but I think to this day it’s one of the best pictures I’ve ever taken, compositionally. This Acacia was the only tree in the middle of the enormous plain. In my time in Africa I’ve seen plenty of Acacias (I had one right behind my house in Tanzania and have some cool pictures of it too) but I still think they’re the coolest trees in the world.
So, getting a tattoo is on my Thirty by 30 list. I’ve been set on the location (shoulder-blade) and the words in my envisioned tattoo for a long time, but I keep waffling on the picture. Lately I’ve been thinking that an Acacia tree would be perfect! It could have color, meaning, and even be based on this picture that I took! Including the road would be awesome and meaningful too. Plus, it’s African-themed without being obvious (my first idea was an outline of the continent of Africa) and fits perfectly with the words I want: “Tupo pamoja” meaning “We are together” in Swahili.
What do you think?????
Zach and I started a new tradition today…an Easter picnic! We drove down the mountain to Sedona after I got off work at 3 and had just enough time to find a nice trailhead, eat a delicious picnic dinner (deviled eggs mmmmm!!!), and go for a short hike among the red rocks. It was peaceful and lovely.
On to the second half of the post title…we saw a jeep tour vehicle drive by and joked about the company name: “Arizona Safari Company.” I was like, “Ha, I wonder how many animals they saw on their ‘safari’!” A moment later the jeep zoomed past us and kicked up a ton of dust from the dirt road, flooding our car with it before I got the sunroof closed.
As soon as I felt the layer of dirt settle over the seats, my forehead, everything, I thought, “Wow, it kinda does feel like Africa now!” I remembered something my friend Kristie said when we were in Kenya about how her boogers were black from the inside of her nose being constantly coated in dust. I totally felt that way after that jeep gave us a dust-bath and it did bring me back to Africa in such a quick, sensory way.
So yeah, black boogers and a sweaty layer of dust on your face. That’s the feeling.