The landscape was uniform at one point. I imagined the green carpet of tree crowns intermingled to prevent the sun rays from touching the earth around their moist roots. I could hear them whisper through the wind, “not today…” Then the winds howled and the ground shook. Some of their branches broke and crushed their young, their hearts wailed in agony as they peered out into the distance at the upraised crooked wall of rocks that appeared out of nowhere. The uniformity was broken, children were killed, families forever separated in the name of change.
One lead, the other follow…Out of curiosity, maybe loyalty or could it be a race…a race to a new beginning. Are they explorers seeking glory? To share exciting chatter about the far off lands beyond the river…maybe they will describe the strange creatures sitting in a dead tree that was moving in the river. I wonder what tales these friends might tell…I wonder what the world looks like through their eyes…
Beautiful Landscapes in Deep South, Guyana
Parabara is a small Indigenous Community located in Region 9, Guyana, South America. Quiet and scenic, this remote village offers a seemingly relaxed lifestyle.
Another view of the Church in Leguan. The old tower juts out on the landscape, contrasting the dark trees in the background. It seems haunted and abandoned, like it was some ominous relic of a horrible past….maybe it was….
From the ashes another will rise. A dead tree lies across an abandoned trail, signifying the end of a once trafficked route. Footsteps no longer trudged across the compacted exposed soil nor branches clipped by wornout machetes. In this state of fallowing the forest dwellers slowly slip out of the shadows and take up positions along the once trimmed corridor. And at the very beginning of this repurposed trail, stand the guardians of new community.
I stand alone, dare to thrive where others fell. I do not boast nor brag about this feat because alas, I am alone. The clouds gathered above in angry consort, enraged by my defiance and refusal to bend. A healthy root system and an unyielding trunk, I shall not be moved. Yea they come against me with chains of destruction, I shall stand with my leaves ready, ready to launch counter attacks defend by home. Yes it is I, the one who stands alone.
Perhaps I was tired, perhaps it was the hour of the day…maybe it was the trees or the homes that hid among them. Something felt magical as I gazed into this grove, thinking of hidden kingdoms and micro wars. The guardian trees stood ready to fight against the forces of the dark night.