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 is a gentleness at the taco stand.  There is danger weaving through traffic.  Wandering the streets away from the sun-shading umbrellas there are the stepped sidewalks — an uneven pathway to peace.  There are fears and hopes in the eyes that approach along the way.  The signaled peace and the greener Vans hint at possibility of things working together.

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The reality is often very other.  The pipe and pump suspend incomplete.  It might be a bit like a multiple step process truncated in mid air.  A hope that it is good enough.  The graffiti, as colour coordinated as it might be, is a testament to the night shift struggling for light.  The dream sequence like the pipe goes no where.  The valve is confidently set, yet the water can’t flow.  The image like the cartoon points toward an all-rightness that may never happen. The images of truncated conduit may have roots in a timely concept of complete.  An unending desire to chip our way to intelligence.

On the poles overhead wires carry conversations, disconnects, corporate power, futures and pasts.  The tangled web belies the rigid matrix of the sun umbrellas at pool-side. The umbrellas and the pipes and the wires are connected by an intuitive magic that weaves the step-up step-down sidewalks into a pathway for dreamers.  Mind you, you need to be mobile in an unaided way. The loose ends, bumps, berms, drips, leaks and disease that the gentle people weave around hint at another truth — they wont be manipulated.  The umbrellas are for sunny days!  Pesos for rainy days.