Empty Fields and Abandoned Shacks

Wandering in Mayaro in the blazing sunshine, one may come across many interesting sites.

This small track leaked into a field beyond derelict gates. It reeked of the supernatural, as if in the twilight hour it would turn into a perilous dream-space, filled with shades and alive with the sounds of lost children laughing. A return expedition will try to confirm these suspicions.

No doubt, what you see above is the wishing tree where the spirits gather in the dusk, and you can see little soul lights hovering in the branches...

Continuing the drive to the coast, one is overwhelmed by expansiveness, rolling along endless green, and staring up and out at endless blue - the sky and the sea respectively.

Further inland, one enters more densely inhabited spaces.
And where there are people, there are signs.

And where there are people, there is abandonment.

And where there are people, there is politics.