In the parking lot time-locked motor vehicles colour the yellow field with glorious history. A moment when everything stopped.  When progress was no longer the idol   The illustrated sugar sacks in the museum of Read More …

In bars, streets and even clubs the music of Cuba is more than nurturing — it gives expression to a way of life.  The young saxophone player is celebrated by the composing drummer.  Beneath the Read More …

Walking along the Prado ( not your average fashion brand but a street) and grazing the creative works of more than a hundred artists, one can not help wonder why all the buildings along the Read More …

On the streets of Havana the examples of cultural suppression dominate the landscape, however the most arrogant of these conceits is a whitehouse modelled rotunda that rises metres above the original and is gold plated. Read More …

We sat down at the polka dot table in Ivan Justo’s restaurant in Havana.   This was more than a food feast.  This restaurant has become a storage of all that was left of era Read More …

The first car I purchased was a 1958 Chevrolet in Grand Rapids Michigan. Price $50 US when the great northern peso was worth more than the American dollar.  Insurance more than $50. The year was1965! Read More …

A few weeks ago my son gifted me a copy of Woltersdorf’s memoir.  He said I might be able to relate.  En-route to Cuba I started reading, ok savouring, and as the miles turned pages Read More …

The geometric precision of the spider-web patterns are the routines of nature.  Under glass at Keystone the tomatoes and cucumbers flourish for the third time this year.  While in the fields the winter ground cover Read More …

The seasons come in sequence on their own time.  The sprouting moss looks spring green and the graying green like winter.  The split-rail fence guards the gardens and in never ending cycles of decay and new Read More …