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The Masai Experienced – Capture and Create.

The area is small, not quite 6 ft, by 6 ft and its dark with the exception of a small slit in the wall located near the ceiling. There are a small patch of hides in the corner of the room and a cooking pot. Look up and its pitch black with no obvious area for the smoke to rise through. It was hot and stuffy and incredibly confining. But 8 people live in here and its one of the small mud huts in the Masai village we visited.

Other things we did in class. – Capture and Create.

Lets indulge the child in us and create whimsical images.

We discussed the images and how to create them after first making a ‘reminder’ list. Write down the things you see. Create them as you see them, not as others do. This is your design.
My list was the grass blowing in the breeze, Elephants, patterns, Zebras, Lions and hippos.

The trees with the weaver bird nest, the river and the texture.

Lesson on how to create a textile art picture. – Giraffe.

So today I share some of the images I have to choose from and besides, this is part of the class we have undertaken during the tour.

Balloon ride over the Masai Mara – Capture and Create.

It was to be the most perfect morning for a balloon ride, but we didn’t know that until an hour into our adventure. 5. 30 am was our pick up time and we were enclosed in a huge blanket of darkness. We rumbled over rough terrain, headlights eerily piercing the darkness, to finally arrive at the balloon launch site just as the sun began to appear.

Ostriches and Education – Capture and Create.

I have to state, that I think I’m getting a bit old, I felt like I’d been tossed around in a washing machine for 5 hours when we were on safari this morning, but when I think about it, my camera and lens are larger than ever, I’m sitting in the back seat and every time I stand up to photograph I have to perch on the ice box or balance on the bouncy seats hanging on the darn big camera. My hands and arms ached, but being the stubborn lady that I am, I just kept hanging in there.

Textiles, trains and markets so splendid.

Suddenly the rains came down with force. It was torrential and keeping track of 19 people was challenging. We all ended up absolutely soaked to the skin despite our of our brollies.

The water poured off awnings and umbrellas and then began to rise from the ground so we splashed our way back to the train station.

We held an impromptu show and tell at the boat station to the amusements of the passers by. However, they are unaware of our passion for fabric, bargains, jewelry and clothes.

Tales from Thailand.

However, I had a little glitz in the clothing department yesterday. After washing out my Bra’s the night before, I went to find the clean ones and found that I had forgotten to pack them. Oh no, they were still soaking wet…

Well I couldn’t go topless, so I tried to dry them as much as I could with the hair dryer. No you don’t put them on your head and dry them, it doesn’t work. you hang them on the door handle and blast them.

Passenger trains have passed through an incredibly busy market 8 times a day for almost 30 years…
Lily, our guide explained that the market is overflowing and there is no more room for vendors, so when some enterprising folk saw that the space by the train line was free, they gradually put their stalls right next to the line. As the train arrives, the produce is lifted or rolled back like a well coordinated race team the canopies are removed and the train passes through. Within a few minutes products are put back in place and the overhead canvas is unfurled, it’s an incredible sight. The train actually passes over the produce…. OK, I’m not going to buy any of it… but its the way it is….