The burning heat of the plain rises up creating ripples in the air.
It is hot and humid, like a sauna, causing your breath to catch in your throat.
The grass is dry and stretches almost as far as the horizon, a vast ocean of stubble.
Distant trees silhouetted black against the blazing apricot and cranberry sky.
Voices as old as the history itself whisper across the plain ‘God is here’.
A distant lion roars as the sun sets ending another day in Earth’s womb, Africa.

African Sunset
Medium – Chalk Pastel
This drawing is based on a photo taken by a friend on his trip last year to Kenya.
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October 1, 2012 at 7:20 pm
You drew that?!?!?!
Because if you did … WOW.
And the narrative that went with it …agrees with April and Amber….
That first line…captures the haziness of the chalks … and i love ….love the stratification of the skyscape.
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October 2, 2012 at 8:53 am
thanks Sunshine… and yes I did draw that…
Now just to find a way to get there in more than just my mind… 😉
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October 2, 2012 at 4:53 pm
I am super impressed…I really, really am!
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October 1, 2012 at 2:55 pm
You took me away on an African safari right there! The words and pictures dance around the page drawing me in…into every detail, into every sense…simply Beautuful ❤
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October 1, 2012 at 3:24 pm
She is very good at that, isn’t she? 🙂
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October 1, 2012 at 4:03 pm
Thank-you both very much 🙂
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October 1, 2012 at 2:50 pm
turns the page for more…
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