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 …