Police Complaint Box

This photo was taken in southern India. I have no idea if a Police Complaint Box is for complaining "to the police" or "about the police", but in any case it was obvious by the rust on the pad lock and hasp that it had not been checked in quite some time by any authority responsible for such oversight. In fact I never saw a single police official anywhere the whole week I was in this village. Oddly enough the writing was in English and I imagined it was somehow designed to give tourists comfort that there was law and order in this area. I got a good chuckle out of it.

Mighty Boy

I saw this kid in the Garden of the Gods, just west of Colorado Springs. He was walking in front of us and just holding up these two rocks he had found somewhere as if he were Atlas himself holding up the world on his shoulders. I only saw him from the back, but even from that vantage point he seemed so proud and full of his new-found boyhood strength. He just kept rambling on down the path like this toting these boulders, sensing his own power all the while. I thought soon he would toss them aside, but he never did. I thought then that his soul was on fire for something his young mind might take decades to eventually understand.