The Last Post
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 …

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 …
Under the watchful gaze of an eye-wall of 20 liter pails the table is set. Clean and clear. On asking the waitress if the origin of the name was Spanish or French she waved for Read More …
The sun umbrellas dot the resort landscape welcoming visitors from colder climes. The infrastructure mogul is dancing on imagined pipes. The valves and couplings hint at control. Yet in the darker streets lives shine. There Read More …
Generations like sunsets come and go. On the shores of Banderis Bay some of the family gathered to break bread, share stories of years gone by, remember the missing and just savour sunshine. Now, as Read More …
There is a fascination with fireworks that crosses age, gender, geography and safety barriers. The colours of the twinkling explosions open the pathways to inner seeing.while the thunder claps rattle the core of every being, Read More …
The nets on the other side of the boat never did catch any fish for the ocean trolling lines. The basket holds a school of fish. Food for 5000. After spending a day on the Read More …
Sacks of corn (80,000 kernels in each) are stacked in a rodent resistant bunker. The corn is dumped into a tank or vat for the nixtamalization process (treating corn with slaked lime water). The hydration Read More …
The remnants of the three magi are scattered in front of the nativity scene. It is well past Christmas and the clean-up has just begun. Last night the forty foot tree on the Malecon was Read More …
The meandering ladder that cross from right to left in the brain carries the messenger angels from earth to the heavenly heights. Bustemante’s sculpture captures the stages of change, the rootedness, the celebration, the pausing Read More …