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.
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?
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…
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 inContinue reading “Goa Virgin”
I recently received some feedback on this blog that went along the lines of I didn’t really say anything and it simply wasn’t engaging because it had no call to action. I did not take this well. I harrumphed – a lot. I felt compelled to defend myself, not to them because that is justContinue reading “Dance of the Trees”
OMG – I forgot about the Bonomo Turkish Taffy! I’m missing the movies more than I realised… I must need a movie related project… Or it might be getting on time to make a pilgrimage to the Bronx and see if I can rustle some of those old ghosts…
Thousands walked past, oblivious. But she was watching. Waiting. For the right time, the perfect moment.
I have a passion for images of the Virgin Mary, with and without the Christ child. I am sure it has much to do with the untold hours I spent on my knees praying to various statues of her when I was a child. Of course my prayers were fervent, but I also spent aContinue reading “Our Lady of the Last Winter Morning”
They call me the bull whisperer cos no matter where in the world I go, the bulls come and tell me their secrets.
All right. I admit it. I am childish. Sue me. But I wasn’t the one who came up with this bit of floral whimsy, so I’m not taking responsibility…