We came to Leobo private reserve in South Africa, both of us in loving smiles; filled with the beauty of golden brown honey glaze.
We came! but I came to hear me. To hear the trees say my name, to hear the birds sing my song, to feel the warm embrace of air, to immerse myself in a bath tub of Nubian milk and to hear my spirits message.
We came! but I came to hear my creator's messages through mediums that we sometimes overlook, through Africa.
Photo Credit: Conde Nast Traveler