Pot-pourri 38. (I think)

  Crested cranes. Tsavo National Park. (c)ourtesy Alex. The crested cranes are most elegant birds, common across East Africa. They figure on Uganda’s coat of arms. Dragos was absolutely right: I’d already posted this private chapel in Tlalpan, Mexico city. The above is after restoration. Below is before… I‘m not entirely sure, but I think…

Colours…

Underwater red. Florence. 2014. Sun’s out. February here is a glorious month. Colours literally explode. I thought I might share some. Rust. Brittany. 2010. Jazz. What? Jazz is not a colour? I don’t care. I’m colour blind. Paris. 2013. Green. Mexico city. 2017. Las crónicas del pájaro demonio. Orange? The chronicles of the Demon-bird. Tlalpan.…

Pot-pourri thirty-something

Welcome aboard Equinoxio Time-Space Flight thirty-something. Our first stop: Amboseli National Park, Kenya, 1967. Some of our safaris coincided with the rainy season. It took us several hours to cross this particular stretch of a few hundred yards of bush. Our faithful Peugeot 404 would get stuck in the the mud. Push it. Move forward.…

A morning walk. Mexico.

My morning walks take me around Tlalpan, where we now live. A combination of traditional, colonial style and modernity, e.g. street art. The above is on Avenida San Fernando, Tlalpan, Mexico city. The ever-present Virgin Mary. Benito Juarez St. Al Jarreau just died. They’re probably making a huge jammin’ session up there in the clouds.…

Saint-Francis? Saint-François? San Francisco!

Weird how a simple translation can make a difference: “I went to Saint-Francis, last year.” “Where?” “San Francisco.” “Ah! San Francisco. You got me confused. Speak English, Man!” (“I just did.”) 🙂 My faithful readers have to realize that my San Francisco pix were easier to retrieve. (25,000 pix already recovered. Overall. Not just Saint-Francis)…

The Colonel’s gardens. An African childhood.

The gardens sloped down the small hill to the grey waters of the West African sea. The Colonel’s house was perched on top of the hill, a white, ordinary two-storey affair overlooking the ocean. The house had no particular charm, but the gardens were another matter. Trees everywhere for shade from the African sun: palm…