Welcome to Flo's Walk of Memories...
The trails in the new world are roughened by weather and time. In the open places, the heat beats down mercilessly on the elderly Flo as she struggles to complete the twenty kilometre journey through the apocalyptic wilderness on her monthly supply run. There is ever a scent of fire on the wind; the meadow is parched and the woods brittle. In winter, she faces icy rains, flooding, and raw winds. In all seasons, the trails are pitted and clogged with fallen trees.
And this is only the wilderness. The wasteland, as she says, is more dramatic.
The images above, so fresh and alive, are the scenes Flo holds in her memory, while she struggles to keep hope alive.
She is at all times meek and subservient in appearance, but they have threatened her grandchild.
They should not have underestimated the power of a rebel grandmother.
And this is only the wilderness. The wasteland, as she says, is more dramatic.
The images above, so fresh and alive, are the scenes Flo holds in her memory, while she struggles to keep hope alive.
She is at all times meek and subservient in appearance, but they have threatened her grandchild.
They should not have underestimated the power of a rebel grandmother.
