Pot-pourri 40. Feelings.

“What is important is to spread confusion, not eliminate it.” Salvador Dali. Tlalpan. 2017. Yawn… Avenida Renato Leduc. Mexico. Inviting. At a local caf√©. “OMG”, said the stork. 7.5 Billion humans? ūüė¶ “Dancin’ in the street.   Science and Reason shall prevail. (I hope.) Ptolomeo (Ptolemy) and Copernicus. National Autonomous University of Mexico. UNAM. 2017.…

Pot-pourri trente-neuf

London bridge, 2015. We are not afraid. (In French: qu’ils aillent se faire foutre!) New Orleans, 2016. (c)ourtesy Gini. ¬†A “purrty” littl’ house. (For Robert) “I have hit, do you know? unbelievable Floridas /¬†Mixing flowers with the eyes of human-skinned panthers/ Rainbows held tight as reins / Under the horizon of seas, to opaque herds…”…

A morning walk, Mexico

  Being a bit short of time today, I just put together a few shots from my morning walks in Tlalpan, the new neighbourhood we live in Mexico city. Good news: Spring IS here. It will reach you soon. February-March mark the blooming of Jacarandas. Some years the city turns all mauve. I thought this…

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 cr√≥nicas del p√°jaro 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.…