Another voyage in space and time. (Not again?!)


A quick nap. Casa de las campanas. House of bells. Tlalpan. 2017. (I liked the previous colour better.)

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The eyebrow workshop. Paris. 2015.


Maasaï warriors. Amboseli National Park, Kenya. 1967.


Chinelos dancers. Two weeks ago, literally around the corner of our house.  There are many traditional dances in Mexico in the villages, developed over the past centuries to blend pre-Colombian and Spanish customs. The word Chinelo comes from Nahuátl xineloquie, disguised. The masks – once in wood, now in fabric – are made to mock the Spaniards’ beard and uplifted, over-confident chin.


Solitude. Baroque church, 17th century. State of Minas Gerais, Brazil. 1975. (My second trip to Brazil. I’ll come back to that in another post.)

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The drunken boat. Arthur Rimbaud. 1871. Saint-Sulpice is just around the corner. Paris. 2015.

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I followed for full months, a-like a vileness

Hysterical, the swell, charging on the reef,

Dreaming not that the luminous feet of Marys

Could force the muzzle of lazy Oceans!

My own… hasty translation. I have looked for a few English versions, none very good. The best, I believe is Samuel Beckett’s.  (Had to be!) Here is the link for those of you poetry inclined:


London. 2002. In front of the National gallery if I recall.


Cyprus, 1967. Just after the six-day war. This Greek statue is likely in the Turkish zone: the face has been carved out to follow Islam’s prohibition of the representation of the human face.

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Gare du Nord. Northern Station. Paris 2016.


Danzón. (Dance-on) Tlalpan, Mexico. 2017.

“Captainji” and crew thank you for sailing on yet another Equinoxio Drunken time-space boat. Until next flight, wish you a day full of light…





71 thoughts on “Nine-Pourri-forty-Pot

    • Asante sana Tish. A hint of yesteryear…
      (Though I understand the Maasaï have managed to maintain their lifestyle in the traditional way, which is nice)
      All geared up for the winter?

      • Frosty here in Shropshire by Sherwood, but bright sun. And yes, the Maasai have more or less hung on to their traditional existence. Water sources are increasingly scarce though.

      • Hmmm. Hadn’t thought of that. With the Maasaï growing larger and larger herds of cattle… (And feeding the country if I’m not mistaken) water will soon be a problem. That land is already very dry…

      • Had to look it up. Nanyuki? I would have thought this was Kikuyu land. Just read a few reports… Mbaya sana. Lots of conflict indeed. Maasai, Samburu, Pokot… A shame.

      • North a bit of Nanyuki. The Maasai moved across the entire Rift, and were moved out of the highly fertile Laikipia area by the colonials in 1904-ish, and shunted into the Mara which became a closed reserve to all but officials.

  1. Aah Brian, I loved this post! You have seen such interesting things in your life. I enjoy the old photo’s that you place among the more recent ones. The Maasaï always intrigued me!

      • Je suis du retour. 🙂
        I remember the sleeping sombrero, liked it the first time. You may be right about the colors.
        The eyebrows may be a problem for some people that can’t accept their nature or desperately want a different look. Women are particularly picky in that domain. 😉
        I’ve seen mentions of the Maasaï tribe in certain movies, they do look impressive in that picture; nowadays I wouldn’t wonder if they had a mobile phone stashed somewhere in a hut, being announced by authorities (or others) of tourists’ approach. 😉
        There will come a time when los chinelos will be forbidden in the name of political correctness. Around the world we are not allowed to mock the jews, the gypsies, the whatever-other “minorities” because of some weird, still hidden agenda. Traditions will just be buried, history will be forgotten (and thus repeated).
        There’s something magic about the shot of that brasilian baroque church but I can’t describe it. It just feels… special.
        Gonna stay away from Rimbaud’s drunken ship as I’m still under influence (winter’s coming here, remember? 😛 )
        Broken faces are everywhere if one looks closely, not only in London or Cyprus.
        What does that girl in Gare du Nord dream about: leaves, hands, birds, fishes – all of those? Quite a colourful dream.
        Mesmerising blue for both dancers! However I can’t help noticing the earring in his right ear, which usually is as sign of being gay. Maybe tradition is different there in Mexico. 🙂

      • Wow. You have been inspired… Thank you. A few comments back. The Brazilian church (which I’d forgotten) does have a strange feeling. Alone at the top of a hill.
        And the earrings now have become fashionable regardless of preferences… 😉
        Bon week-end.

      • Not an entire bottle at a time, mind you. 🙂 However, if it’s good stuff there won’t be any headache next day. 😉
        And there wasn’t. 🙂
        BTW, the ‘grappa’ (‘ţuică’ in Romanian) is much milder than ‘palinca’. 😉

      • Unfortunately yes, spirits have become a luxury (or have they always been like that?) However I consider them as “antibiotics”, when not abused of, just like people in the countryside used to (and some still do).
        Just make sure it’s 100% natural stuff, home made, not the “poison” sold in the stores. 😉

      • So does wanking – they used to say. 😆
        I think I read about moonshine on some other blog but can’t find that precise post. Would’ve been a funny story.

        While mooonshine is traditionally made of corn (and/or other cereals), ţuica and pălinca are made exclusively of fruit. That may be why I didn’t go blind yet. 🙂

  2. Once again, your ‘Pot-Pourri’ series is such a visual delight! I love the way that you take us across space and time and curate a series of distinct images that flow so well together.

    • Thank you Lisa. Comments such as yours make it worthwhile. Personally I like the variety. In Space and time. I like it better than a series of… doors for instance. (Though I’ve done one) It seems to me that once you’ve seen the 5th door in the series, you’re ready to leave.
      How’s your mother?

  3. When I saw the Maasai I knew Tish would home in on it! It is in deed a smashing photo.
    But for me the Cyprus shot is the one. I have a very dear friend who lives in Paphos. We worked together in
    a salon in central Johannesburg for years, but after democracy in SA business in the city simply died for years and we were forced to close the salon. I changed profession and Harry took his family back to his old home town.

    • Yeah, the Maasai caught Tish’s eye. As for Cyprus, sorry you had to close the salon. Had to look Paphos up on the map. Didn’t go there. Our friends lived in Nicosie and we traveled to Limassol, Larnaka if I recall. I will post more Cyprus photos in future blogs. Have a nice week.

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