The dry river
Stark, dry, lifeless. Skeletal trees thrust claw-like branches heavenwards. It’s Deadvlei, in the Namib desert. These silent sentinels are all that remain of what […]
Stark, dry, lifeless. Skeletal trees thrust claw-like branches heavenwards. It’s Deadvlei, in the Namib desert. These silent sentinels are all that remain of what […]
I remember planting seeds for the first time on a farm. It seemed crazy that these small seeds wouldn’t just get lost and die […]