And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air
Old men ought to be explorers
Here and there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
East Coker TS Eliot
Masika wall #utupoa
Cheupe, master ngalawa craftsman and sailor, with his tool kit.
Ops normal at #Utupoa
Thatch from bara, not makuti. Stunning new addition to #Matemwe’s skyline.
Same scene hours later #nofilter
#utupoa Sleep well
Seaweed lanes show the typical summer solstice tide difference between the higher early morning high tide and the lower afternoon high tide. On the equinoxes they are much the same.
#Matemwe Community Police Commander Stambul aims to make everyone feel secure, villagers and tourists equally.