Fingers in the Sand
In Uruguay, at the far east point where the 200 km wide Rio de la Plata River merges with the Atlantic Ocean. This melange of waters creates islands, sandbars, shipwrecks, sand dunes and vistas. The Read More …
In Uruguay, at the far east point where the 200 km wide Rio de la Plata River merges with the Atlantic Ocean. This melange of waters creates islands, sandbars, shipwrecks, sand dunes and vistas. The Read More …
The dancing day-lily pushes a southern hemisphere spring into the gardens. In a visit to the Hemero gardens in Joinville, Brazil our eyes were feasted with colour, variety and artistry. The gardens are one small Read More …
Swinging from the vanes of the windmill a technician adjusts the pitch. The traditional Dutch landmark appears incongruous in the southern hemisphere. Globalization has seized icons with commercial imperialism. Rolling into Joinville one becomes image-aware Read More …
The parallel wave breaks cresting in periodic precision and trailing sea foam tails. Viewed with some accuracy from the heights. Long before the trailhead, a sand path carried feet to the foot of the lighthouse. Read More …
In an exhibit in the city hall gallery in Ilhabela Brazil, there is a gnarly serpent crafted from brightly (seductively attractive, Eve) pattern-painted toilet-paper rolls. The novelty of the rolls rolled into a snake was Read More …
In the glass case the morning pastries trigger mouths to salivate. In Paraty the bakery draws eyes and feet through the door to sample and savour the array of fresh rolls. The displayed offering made Read More …
Paint dazzled paddles flash a cultural richness into a woodworking studio. The rush for gold blazed a highway through the forest in record time. The rush for gold buried construction crews along the highway. Taxes Read More …
At the end of the aqua duct in what is now known as Ilha Grande State Park there are a series of tunnels that in the forties were converted to isolation cells when the island Read More …
The bronze of Bridget Bardot is worn shinny by the caresses of drunken men leaving a nearby bar. From the worn casting on the couch it is evident that this street sculpture was more than Read More …
In the October issue of Harpers (way past the Index) there is a book review of K Wilson’s Walking the by-pass. The examination of the book is interesting, however the concluding sentence wraps up the Read More …