I’ll let these photos of the past week speak for themselves.
The joy of closing out a journal (#76) and beginning a new one. How do you like those toes?Wonderful quote from Rhett Miller on NPR’s “Words and Music.” Journal #76
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My first journal began in 1973. I’m now on #77.
DeDe says I’m the only 59 year old who still carries his own crayons. It brings my journals to life.
Some mornings when I need the special presence of God, I pour Him a cup of coffee. I’m serious. I learned this from T.W. Hunt.
Ugandan school children.
We live astride the main road connecting the Indian Ocean at Mombasa, Kenya and the vast interior of Africa. It’s always neat to wonder where these sea containers came from and where they’re headed.
Roscoe Lane, with his passport, prepares for his first flight. South Sudan bound. DeDe holds him at Entebbe Airport.
(Below) I come from Red Dirt Louisiana and now live in Red Dirt Uganda. Ssesee View Rd near our house.
Published by Curt Iles
I write to have influence and impact through well-told stories of my Louisiana and African sojourn.
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