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Jamaica facts (Pictures of Jamaica)


The photograph attached with this blog post shows a wasp on a flower. I took this picture a couple years ago in my mothers garden for a photography assignment. Today, while going through old photographs I stumbled upon this beauty.  Many times I've been stopped by people who say that I tend to focus too much on the negative aspects of my island. So today I decided  that perhaps I will venture into some of its beauty.  My country is a very beautiful island and what I actually do love most of all is the happiness of the people. I can find so much peace by just looking at the nature around me but this also makes me question how much do we still love and appreciate the beauty of this beautiful island. We spend so much time selling off its rich resources or spending time polluting it with our disgraceful practices. The beauty of Jamaica is with us now but will it still be with us for our children to enjoy in the future?

Why is it that we claim to love our country so much but we spend so much time destroying it with our greed? On holidays majority of us jump in our vehicles and travel to the beach to have a family day out and while we are there we leave our garbage and jump back in our vehicles and we are gone. We uproot our trees to make space for developments while we don't even think twice to how much richness we are destroying. It marvels me from time to time how excited we can get about future plans for our country but we never seem to see that unless we take care of our island today it won't be around for those future plans of ours to materialize. People travel from all over the world to get a glimpse of the beauty of this island and are often times even more appreciative of it than we as locals. Today, I implore my fellow Jamaicans to be more appreciative of our beautiful island.







Taken in St.Ann



 Hope Gardens










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