We walked into the Parroquia de Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe the morning after the earthquake and the calm was comforting.  The focus of the service, as it was in all Catholic Churches, was on the Read More …

The murals memorialized in Canadian cities as attractions, as must sees, are anemic renditions of what in equatorial climes roll out as statement, as complaint, as conceit. As the multi-dimensional message of the rolling banner Read More …

We have lived in an earthquake zone for our entire lives.  When the earthquake in Puerto Vallarta broke into our sleep we were startled!.  In the corner a darkend light fixture was swaying, the sound Read More …

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 …