This is a contemporary desktop-size (the size of an open palm) stone carving from Zimbabwe that I received from one of my mother's sisters in 1994. (Njeri Gecau; - her husband Kimani Gecau shot Author - 5 on this web site.) She was living in Zimbabwe at that time. I like to think of it as a "young/old" man. Young on the outside, ancient within. (It could also be a woman - there is no facial hair ...) I call this digital photo, taken in January 2010: "Zimbabwe." This is the first photo from a "real" - i.e. SLR digital camera on this web site (with the exception of the Corcoran and passport photos). So far I've limited myself to whatever the light and a basic camera allows.
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	This is another view of my Zimbabwe stone carving. I call this photograph, also taken in January 2010: "Zimbabwe - 2." Zimbabwe is dotted with stone ruins going back to the 11th century AD. Until the end of white-minority rule in 1980 (Rhodesia), these ruins were credited to Arabs or Phoenicians. My intuition is that there is a lot more (and a lot older) to be found here. *** Afric is all the sun’s, and as her earth Her human clay is kindled; full of power For good or evil, burning from its birth, The Moorish blood partakes the planet’s hour, And like the soil beneath it will bring forth: Beauty and love were Haidée’s mother’s dower: But her large dark eye show’d deep passion’s force, Though sleeping, like a lion near a source. George Gordon, Lord Byron Don Juan, Canto IV, Stanza 56 (1824)
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First posted: 1/15/2010