Yesterday I returned from a nearly two-week work trip to the small West African country officially known as The Republic of Togo. Between the travel, jet lag and work, I didn’t manage to write anything clever this week so, instead, I’m sharing three snapshots of Africa.
Sometimes, I find, it is also good to just replenish our senses, particularly after heavy news days like these past few have been and reflect on beauty. I’ve looked at these photos taken and edited with my iPhone so many times during these past weeks that they feel like pebbles collected on the shore.
I open them and stare at length and see the depth of beauty in the world; despite the ugliness around us, there is also such confirmation of perfection in simple things.
These are flowers that I found in foliage behind the meeting rooms where I was working for the past two weeks in Lomé. We were working between three different conference rooms and were frequently cutting between the buildings to go from one to another. I stopped as often as possible to admire the vibrant colors and lushness that comes with frequent rain.
From my taxi one day I witnessed this trumpeter practicing his craft mid-afternoon on the beach along the coast that runs from Ghana to Nigeria. This photo is my favorite because I also got to hear the music that accompanied the image and it was splendid, indeed. Few things can touch my soul like the talent of a musician summoning the magic that is music.
After suffering from spectacular sensory overload from the endless variations of design, I became fixated with this one – one of a bazillion gorgeous fabric prints – this one that made me smile and think “Reggae meets Afro Pop.” Like the flowers at the top or the trumpeter on the beach, the fabrics of Africa and in turn the fabric of her people remind me that we are all still alive with so much joy to witness.