Notes on life, art, photography and technology, by a Danish dropout bohemian.
When you drink the water, remember the river.
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Drawing of Babba
Babba was a man who lived in the fictitious village where I grew up. He was always unkempt, but always had a new motorcycle which he managed to wreck within a year and then got a new one. Nobody ever saw him working, and his parents did not appear to have any money. He was always kind to us children, and gave us candy without any return favors expected.