5 hours ago
The clouds spoke of impending rain, rumbles & grumbles roared in the distance. As I walked down a thorn lined track I could smell the last rains which lingered in the mud that cling to my shoes.
The track then broke off in two directions, two villages sat at either end. I chose the nearest as I was worried about the coming rains.
I stooped under the low entrance, the crude thorn bush that was a gate had been removed which meant I would be welcomed in. Seconds later came beaming white smiles of the houses children that ran to greet me.
The resting goats bleated as the children parted them, moments earlier they had been content & calm, now they ran to the kraals edge far from the stragglers.
Their mother did not looked at all pleased with the heightened noise of children’s laughter or bleating goats. The heightened noise had disrupted her latest babies feeding.
The children immediately fell behind me as I walked towards the seated two, I wanted permission to visit & seek shelter if it were needed. The clouds continued their rumbling in the distance.
Although I had disrupted her babies morning meal, I was free to make myself welcome, the chief of the village Awale had already passed on his word.
In anticipation of the coming rains & not wanting to miss capturing a reminder of this piece of time I asked to take some images while the baby sat & stared.
Moments later I realised I no longer held any interest as his thoughts went back to food, his mother looked on with love & care. at Omo Valley Ethiopia