le simple life...

nappy edges but a happy head

Cow dung has never smelt better... The rurals I've always known from a visitor and nostalgic standpoint, until we moved there. Call it financial savvyness, growing backwards, or just finally having the guts to break away from the smog and pursue the fresh air we were meant to breathe...

and breathing I am...

much deeper, much less labored. We tiptoe barefooted, not bother to dust our crumby faces, explore... and explore... our simpler selves. Selves that existed before electricity and convenience (kay,although we do have a little bit of each).

Making do, making good.

(photos by: Fenix and baby sister...more edits to come)