“A dog day afternoon.” On the 14th of March we decided to launch ourselves to another district where we might get our first vax shot. First centre was packed. We moved over to the other centre in the district. Found a few gems along the way. The Jaguar looked at us and said nothing. Blue…
There is abundant literature on a long-gone race of Travellers who aledgedly roamed the universe. Complex ceremonies have been well documented: Day of the Dead, Sacred city of Tlalpan. Travellers 106 et al. Some sat idly in the street. Traveller 107. Paris. Possible representation of Quasimodo and Esmeralda. Travellers 108 &109. Sacred city of Tlalpan,…
Or windows? What’s your preference? Tlalpan, Mexico city. Door. Tlalpan. Most of those are from Colonial times. 16th, 17th century. Number 250, previously number 42. Couldn’t find the door. I wonder how the “mailperson” does it? Beyond the shadow of a door… (Might have done that one already?) I am working on my shadows… Anybody…
When we bought the new house in the South of Mexico city, in the Tlalpan neighbourhood, there was a house nearby, entirely painted with “street art”. Motifs inspired from pre-Colombian lore. Here’s how it looked from left to right. The central figure was a red-hair tree-woman (goddess?) The scroll coming out of her mouth was…
“Stay safe”. (c) Anthony Wallace/AFP/Le Point. One of those pictures you wish you had taken yourself. “Scotty? Spock? Uhura? Ready? Scotty: unlock engines, please. Full warp.” “Finestra”. Tlalpan, Mexico. c. May 2020. The window, as much of the neigbourhood is 16-17th century. Sneaked out of lock-down. This one is for Flavia Vinci. She likes windows.…
“I was a rich man’s plaything.” Mid 40’s maybe? A Coke was worth 3 cents… The blue man. Polanco, Mexico city. February 2020. The gate to Angkor Thom, Cambodia. 2018. The light was divine. Denmark street, Mexico city. 2020. The prayer, Cluny museum, Paris. I would say the statue dates back to the 13th-14th century,…
Square root. Cubic root. We were roots once… Sunbathing root. Root procession. “We shall overcome…” “Michael row the boat ashore…” Root control. The root of the problem. Speechless roots. “I’m filling a crack where the rain gets in…” (Lennon/McCartney) The root of success. Yes. That is a tree in the middle of the street. “Our…
Gold. Copa de oro. Gold cup. This post is for our friends in the North, caught up in the drab and grey of winter rain, sleet or snow. Low light and endless nights. Hang in there. Colours will come back. Blue. Green. Orange. Cempazúchitl, flower for the Day of the Dead. Terracotta. Better safe than…
“A serenade, Señorita?” “Have we been properly introduced?” “Can I have this dance?” Le rouge et le noir. Stendhal. (The red and the black. 1830). Danzoneros. Literally Big dance dancers. Every Friday, couples gather on the main square and dance, donning their best clothes. Day of the Dead is no exception. “Don’t mind me, I…
Red. Cuernavaca. Easter 2019. Beige. (Fallen) angels, Cachivaches, Bogotá, December 2017. Blue. Breaking news: “Where has Theresa May(be) been (hiding) in the past few weeks? Some sources in Blackburn, Lancashire put her on holiday. But no. She has eloped with Macron. Brigitte is reportedly devastated.” Terre de sienne. Amboseli National park, Kenya, 1988. Azul. Mexico…
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