At the Burma Trail

It was dim and dark at night.  I held on to the thick string, walking over the roots and through the trees, leaves crashing behind me, the wind slowly swishing on me.  It all happened at the Burma Trail.

art and words by WhiHan

5 Responses

  1. Cool picture. I really liked the grass and people.

  2. whihan you have brilliant tastes of colour. We love it !!!

  3. cool love it

  4. those are some nice pictures keep it up guys