Some things you just don't compare (or the last lesson i can put in words)

I’m sitting on a rock that’s been eroded by water, wind, bare feet, and the sun. Google Earth knows this place only by pixels. I’m physically here, being serenaded with an instrument that can’t be massed produced. There’s no wind tonight, so no one can hear this song and our singing and our dancing feet except us.

...my God, my God, my God…

-Wanda’s written journal, Wednesday, February 17th 2010



A view of the valley from the rock I was sitting on



One of the many hills we climbed to get to that rock



The Hadza and me acting silly before our random dance party



The fiddler on the rock =)