Sunday, August 29, 2010
I come home from work everyday and look out my balcony window to see this man squatting in his back garden. Every evening while I am in the appartment I can hear the faint blowing of the fire from his machine until dusk arrives and the darkness settles him. He crawls around the patch of dirt burning the soil, hours and hours of dedication goes into this painful looking job. I have no idea why he does it but he is so meticulous about destroying anything living but so careful to avoid the trees. It is fascinating to watch and I find myself mesmerized by it for hours. He could be there all day doing this task but I am not home to see it so who knows. I wonder what he will do when winter comes and the snow covers the ground.