Fabian the Fisherman- The sun was hot as he kneeled taking shelter in the the shade of his boat, but shelter was not his only purpose when his capable hands dipped into a bucket of thick black sludge and pasted it on the underside of his boat. He was protecting it, fortifying it and himself, with each stroke of his brush he was getting ready for the fishing journey ahead.
Muscles aching as he puts all his strength into squeezing the milky goodness from the dried meat of the coconut. Manual labour was a must as the electricity was taken but the work still had to go on, machines were useless, man became the machine.
While the crops flourish so should our minds, our souls and hearts. #corpuschristi as the scent of incense filled the streets from the swinging thurible, so did the thin voices of the pious as they sang hymns in their march of righteousness