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Once Upon a Sunset

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29/09/2011 at 11:07 pm

Cabo Dawn

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The sun was just coming up and the town was nearly deserted, no vendors or hustlers or beautiful people. A water taxi driver offered to take us out around the harbour, charging little more than a song. A truly enchanted and enchanting experience, the honey light, the seals and pelicans, the turquoise sea and this guy who stopped to say hello for a sec.

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25/09/2011 at 12:17 am

Narcissist

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Almost feel like I should apologise for another monkey shot… In the west, my sign is Taurus the bull and wherever I go they mosey on over and wanna have a cuddle. According to the Chinese calendar, I am a monkey, and I suppose that might be as good an explanation as any for my attraction to them.

This guy on the other hand, had a singular attraction – to himself. No, he is not drinking – if he were there would be serious ripples on the surface of the water – here, I think the snorted a wee bit as he approached the unspeakable beauty reflected back at him. Sigh… and he did not care a whit that I was so close by… I probably could have sat on the rock behind him – as long as I did the appropriate amount of billing and cooing…

Of course, he rather IS a beauty – look at that gorgeous, gorgeous tail!

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23/09/2011 at 1:40 am

How They Do It

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Photopoetry

Spotted this little imp near the Gateway to India in Mumbai. She’d made a break from her family and ran into this flock of pigeons who seemed content to adopt her, even if she insisted on squealing with delight and toddling through their breakfast.

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19/09/2011 at 11:26 pm

Buddhist Mystery

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It’s late, I’m tired… so something simple. With a tricky question… From a temple in Penang… I walked around this thing a few times. There was no one to ask.

What is it? What does it do? Why?

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16/09/2011 at 11:18 pm

Blustery Day

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I love the beach in winter. There’s a certain desolation that is really just the shocking contrast to the summer hordes. It’s not desolation at all, but an unexpected bit of serenity and peace in a rough and tumble way…

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16/09/2011 at 12:21 am

Goa Virgin

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We spent a day in Marmagao, on the west coast of India, in the state of Goa. It was just a taste – figuratively and literally. Bobby and I had one of the best seafood meals of our lives at a beach cafe, served to us by the proprietor, John, who had been educated in England, but whose family had lived in the area for untold generations.Goa had been under Portuguese rule for hundreds of years and there is a strong Catholic influence throughout the region, including people’s names, so it’s quite usual to meet people with Hispanic first and last names.

One of the highlights was visiting the Basilica of Bom Jesus, where the body of St Francis Xavier is on display (minus the odd finger or two, snatched by rival churches in need of a saintly relic.) It’s a piece of 16th century European culture plonked down on the coast of the Arabian Sea, heavy with gold leaf ornaments and a gilded altar.

A few kilometres away we came upon a small convent, brilliant white in the midday sun. And there, in the garden across the way we found this little grotto with its quiet little Mary praying as she watched over a small flock of similarly silver sheep and children. Utterly charming.

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14/09/2011 at 11:58 pm

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