Nestled on the outskirts of the small and semi-abandoned South African town of Nieu Bethesda sits a shanty so magical and inviting that you can't help but wonder what goes on behind its four paper thin walls. With the last rays of light catching the hills behind, the shanty glows irridescently despite its dire and derelect state. This is someone's home and the smoke swirling and lazily floating from the chimney is testament to this. Looking at this picture and remembering the way I felt when I took it I almost feel that all roads inevitably lead to the magic shanty of your soul.
Friday, February 5, 2010
the magic shanty.
Nestled on the outskirts of the small and semi-abandoned South African town of Nieu Bethesda sits a shanty so magical and inviting that you can't help but wonder what goes on behind its four paper thin walls. With the last rays of light catching the hills behind, the shanty glows irridescently despite its dire and derelect state. This is someone's home and the smoke swirling and lazily floating from the chimney is testament to this. Looking at this picture and remembering the way I felt when I took it I almost feel that all roads inevitably lead to the magic shanty of your soul.
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