The Grassland is a place of great beauty. Although it seems always the same, it constantly changes colours, shapes and scents.
For me, it is also a place of reflection. I let my thoughts roam free and sometimes I find myself making really random analogies. I don’t know why, but sometimes just looking at simple things like shapes, or colours makes me think of something really complex, like human relationships, or social justice.
I always loved how the old gumtree fallen logs, burnt or dry, are a catalyst for new life. Although the wood may look dead, it is certainly far from that. It is a habitat for microorganisms and even for some endemic species. It is these fallen, charcoal logs that promote life. It encourages new tree seedlings; it protects a diversity of animals and microorganisms, maintains a grassy environment and improves the forest's health. Not to mention the natural fertilizer, too. I find it fascinating, much like the Phoenix bird, when life gets born of ashes. And just by contemplating this strong visual: black burnt branches, white, ashy branches fallen on the green grass, my thoughts went to a very dear friend of mine. Let’s name him G.
G is a brilliant man; very intelligent, educated, travelled and with a very sharp mind. What I like most about him, is his love of life and his passion for social justice. His positive involvement in his community is truly inspiring; he is always seeking to find the good even in the most difficult situations. His debate about a tragic event that happened recently in Ferguson, America, has made me reconsider how lucky I am. I have been brought up in a community where we never knew any racial or social issues. Furthermore, I am ashamed to admit, I wasn’t even aware of how acute they can get. G has also pointed out this brilliant article, written by a white mother, who outlines a very different point of view about privileges. My ignorance until that point makes me feel very small, self-centered and silly. I hope this series of images will speak for me, but the message I am trying to get is this: hopefully we can all learn a bit from the Grasslands. There is something to give and something to take in each and every one of us, if we only stopped and learned to live in harmony.