I took this photo a few years ago at Machu Picchu. I intended on posting it as a nice break from politics. You know, cut a little slice of beauty from all the muck and anxiety that currently surrounds us. Get away from it all and forget. I even stole the title from my favorite Orwell novel, which has a similar theme.
But it just isn’t working. Something about those llamas conjures up images of low-information voters. Maybe it’s the expression on the white one’s face. Serenely content and a bit dumb. And notice also that they’re lounging on the ruins of a dead civilization. I see chomping consumers. I see shopping carts and a Wal-Mart parking lot. I see on-ramps and off-ramps and endless freeways that go nowhere. Heaven help us!
Hey, I tried. I really did.
The llama is a woolly sort of fleecy hairy goat, with an indolent expression and an undulating throat; like an unsuccessful literary man. -- Belloc
Posted by: TV on September 3, 2010 3:51 PMAt least the llamas aren't wearing gas masks.
Posted by: Martha Bridegam on September 3, 2010 8:18 PM