Climbing the steps and terraces to the plateaus of Machupicchu the vistas emerge with the sunshine. A brief window of light breaks through the forms, astrological marvels and natures spectacle to grant us a moment Read More …
Above our heads four crypts for placing the bodies of the dead prior to mummifying them for burial. In Incan civilization the life of the deceased is believed to flow from the passing body into Read More …
Pouring out of churches, crowds fill the plaza with celebrants, flags fly with honour and a whole community joins in celebration. The communal celebration of purification by water marks the launch into Lent. This celebration Read More …
On that pile of unassuming stones. Stacked like a library bookshelf to withstand the earthquakes. Built in 200 ACE. Nearly 2000 years old and two millenniums of earthquakes later. The temple in the heart of Read More …
Through the grate in the cathedral floor one can see the human skull. A few steps into the crypt and (no cameras allowed) and the stacks of arms and skulls and legs all parts of Read More …
At the end of the day the Princess climbs the grass knoll between the playing children. The sun sets over the ocean and we wave another day good-bye. This has been more than just another Read More …
Looking through a glass, not so darkly, but rather layered with a morning mist that the temperature change tinted over the windows I could see the rolling waves of the Pacific Ocean. These were warm Read More …
Across the soccer field the sunrise is visible. Particles of light bouncing off the winter snow and in the background the refraction of morning. Ordinary splendour. The whitewashed landscape a memory. Through the window of Read More …
This game of thorns can become scratch marks! Saturday Margaret and I were pruning fruit trees and treating them with lime in preparation for spring. The fruit trees have this submissive way of honouring care. Read More …
The great thing about being away from home is that every memory does not have to be permanent. The hand being bitten by the mouth that fed it, is more surreal than the idiom ever Read More …