Tip your hat.  With the sundown background we paused to eat and drink, the vanishing sun as vista.  We were blessed by the company of children (ok they too are getting older) and dessert. Walking Read More …

The gathered skulls hover like a bucket about to draw water.  The bald heads dangle from the ceiling in Oaxaca.  Between the story of the Crèche and the jeering of Elisha a lot of hair Read More …

Bridging the cracks in the terracotta floor the butterfly pauses with renewed wisdom.  The owl image bridging the wings draws the eyes to the persimmon background that frames the resting courier of newness.  The morning Read More …