In the courtyard a garden is preserved like a monument.  Labyrinth hedges and tree pruned tea roses.  The statues pause to circulate the water.  The colours of foreground and background blend and conform to traditional Read More …

The turning intestines of the souk in Tetouan Morocco foreshadow more than twisted tales or fresh produce or spices or olives — rather the souk is the precursor to the mall without the legal leases, Read More …

The landscapes and building profiles of the volcanic island of Lanzarote are constrained by a communal commitment to development of a greener community.  There are some unusual construction guidelines that limit buildings to two stories, Read More …

The repeated sounds of “Santa Cruz” appended to many Canary Island toponymic place names sent us on a quest.  The military/religious symbol of the cross was used (as it might often be today)  to mark Read More …

The 1798 lines from the Samuel Taylor Coleridge poem, “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” are echoed in the title and in my memory. It was 1964 and memorization of the first 14 lines was Read More …

Dangling in the branches, a bum bag!  The flat strand stretches to the waterline from where anything is possible.  Is that a turtle?  A rock?  Hope?  In the shade of the Fiddleleaf Fig a quiet Read More …

The few remaining chattel houses in Barbados stand as witness to and evidence of a newly acquired freedom for the enslaved people.  The freed slaves did not own the land — it was leased to Read More …

The colours of image on the wall reflect in paint what Octavio Paz calls “the independence that offers the same ambiguous image as the Conquest.”  The history of the Americas  is laced with a dual Read More …

Traditionally at the end of day a bugle would play “The Last Post” signifying the end of a day’s activities.  The composer, like so many nights, is lost to history. Tonight it simply is a Read More …

The evening graffiti, carved across the palm fronds, speaks of an artistry beyond paintbrushes and digital manipulation. Every day, every passing second, every season a new canvas dancing with the crystals of water.  The fractured Read More …