A morning walk, Mexico

Previously on Equinoxio: The Time shuttle was attacked in Xochicalco by Jaguar and Eagle warriors. Scotty said: “I can handle it. I’ll beam you to San Angel, the Saturday’s bazar, South of Mexico city. You will just have to walk your way back.” We were greeted by the charming Catalina above. Unarmed. “And the eye…

Pot-cinquante-pourri-cinq

Sunrise, Angkor-Vat, Cambodia. January 2018. “Yes, Scotty?” “System is down, Sir, we have to resort to analog visual substitutes”. “Binoculars, Scotty? You must be joking! Are we flying blind?” “They’re very good binoculars, Sir. Mid 20th century. Not a scratch.” “I don’t care, get the system back up! All passengers and crew: fasten seat belts!…

Pot-pourri 27 x 2 +/- Standard Deviation

“Standard deviation, Scotty? I bet this was suggested by Mr. Spock?” “Aye, Sir, it was. The above is an 18th century pirate on Fisherman’s wharf, San Francisco. Plus or minus two centuries. Sir.” “Right. Ready to jump everyone? Jump!” “El globo”. Passion for pastry. Mexico. 2018. 11th century. Normand warrior bidding Adieu to his Lady…

Pot-pourri cinquante-deux

Mary Poppins? Bogotá, 2018. You sweet thing you… San Francico, 2016. (Some of you may remember my fondness for Lichtenstein’s art…) Amazon forest, 2006. Bradypus. Paresseux in French, sloth in English. This one took over half an hour to cross on the next tree. Slooooow. We need war… Mexico City. 2018. Fingers crossed. London 2016.…

Street art Bogotá. Cont.d

“We are watching you.” Usaquén neighbourhood, Bogotá, Colombia. 2018.   The dream. Autolike. On 7th Avenue. How many eyes? “Madame rang?”. Cachivaches, a fab house supply store in Usaquén. “1946. El pollo vive.” 1946, the chicken is alive. Er. Chicken? Yes. That is street art. No arguing anyone. “Don’t make my brown eyes blue”. Note…

Pot-pourri one and fifty

“Evening Captain. Another Pot-Pourri, Sir? It’s been a while.” “Evening Scotty. Yes it has. Do you have your destination?” “Yes, Sir. All over the place?” “All over the place Scotty. Beam us down.” (Above: a chair from Rajahstan. Author’s personal collection. Didn’t go there yet. Bought it here.) Cheetah mother and her two cubs. East…

Street Art Bogotá… Cont’d.

Holy Friday. While the more respectable family members went to Church, my niece Cathy, her boyfriend Julian and yours truly went on a Street Art Safari in the meanest streets of Bogotá. Julian at the wheel. I rode shotgun. Cathy had her own camera at the ready. And a handle on the baseball bat under…