The roosters are crowing and the sun is rising over Port au Prince, Haiti.
An array of sounds and colors you might see in many parts of the world.
Light pink and blue pastels gently radiate above the distant mountains as curved grooves take form.
The coconut palm leaves sway in the gentle breeze as a new day begins to move.
Brighter and brighter the air becomes clearer as white mists start to fade away.
Life in poverty brings new hope for those who can breathe.
School begins, street vendors peddle, and tap taps move across the dust filled streets.
White washed in dirt.
Today half of our group poured concrete on the floor of the woman’s home we have been working on whole the other half painted more on the clinic at Cite Sole. The clinic exterior is really starting to look great. At the house, for a floor decoration the Haitian workers sprinkled some blue and yellow pigments on the floor with the last finishing coat. I was told that the lady whose home we are working on liked blue and yellow. She carried over 100 gallons of water on her head in five gallon buckets to make the concrete. I was humbled. The finished floor looked Bel – Beautiful. For dinner tonight, which was Thanksgiving, we had rice and beans, chicken legs and onions in a red sauce, instant turkey dressing, canned cranberries, and instant pumpkin pie. We brought the later three with us. We also had two cakes that Madam Sterling had bought for us Blancs that said Thinksgiving – Anniversary. It was all delightful holiday in Haiti.
Morning image from the third story church roof.
Pouring the floor for the woman's home.
The woman carrying one of her 25 five gallon buckets of water.
The finished floor with colored pigments.
Trash in the nearby river.
