A week ago, my brother Olumor decided he wanted me to take pictures of him. He badly wanted to go to the Chapel as there were good trees where he could climb up and hang from. Karla and I didn’t want to, out of respect, because it was Good Friday. So, he opted to reach for whatever-tree-that-was (yes, was) near our home, and he made me take a picture of him.
Above is the “before” shot. He was ecstatic I was able to capture this. It’s a bit blurry—I had to run for cover after hearing that resounding CRACK!
Poor tree. (Yep, he made me come out of hiding so I can take this “after” shot.) Well, of course, I feel embarrassed—I’m 23 and I gave in to this insanity! Why couldn’t I have a saner older brother? But between you and me, this was definitely a stress relief, and we had a good laugh. But still… poor, poor tree. Tsk.
