Morning Kiss — El Beso
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 …
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 …
The great thing about being away from home is that every memory does not have to be permanent. The hand being bitten by the mouth that fed it, is more surreal than the idiom ever Read More …
A river, that serves as highway, drainage system and market place weaves around the perimeter of Bangkok and is connected by a series of canals that maintain water levels behind the various dykes, was more Read More …
The notice was clear! The sign over the sink in the airport in Phuket pointed toward a much larger reality. Having grown up in a culture where foot washing was a symbol of mutual service. Read More …
On one of the older streets in Bangkok the glittering neon predicts the emergence of a city of lights. I took a moment, high risk as Margaret puts it, to pose in the middle of Read More …
Like in all debates, and we have endured our share this season, bragging rights become that cursed reality wherein our higher purpose is exposed for fickle narcissism. Our self-love or our love of our own Read More …
They tried draw my attention to the elephant outline, ok shape, maybe just tusks, alright use your imagination — in the cave stalagmite stone was a formation, that like with the classic roschach ink-blot test, Read More …
The straight lines that control the parachute used by parasailers gets twisted with every landing. The colours speak of a vibrancy that would make the straightest person blush bright red. And there, the monkey, gets Read More …