Boring Pelican

…with my camera of course… These are my poor Cabo San Lucas pelicans – magnificent, I thought. I entered another shot of them into a photo competition which I posted nearly a year ago (click here to see embellished version). The judge harrumphed, pronounced pelicans common – and the photo did not do well. Sigh…

Vallarta Sun Gods

I was discussing the triptych concept with a friend the other day, saying I’ve been meaning to do another one.  It’s been a while since I did the three Marys of Bari, Italy. Apparently that was all the inspiration I needed… The triptych is rooted in religious imagery and while that is a fascination of

Mexican Cemetery III

Endlessly fascinating, I would love to spend an afternoon in one with a local and hear all the stories she could tell.

Between two worlds

No matter where I am in the world, I am intrigued by indigenous people holding onto their culture in a contemporary urban invironment.

Our Lady of Guadalupe

This is a photo of a wonderful fresco (actually one of two) painted over the altar in the Santa Cruz church in La Crucecita, Huatulco in southern Mexico – where I was exactly one year ago today. I was struck then and now by how influenced one of my favourite artists, Frida Kahlo, was by

Occupation: dead person

We were in Huatulco, a resort on the Mexican Riviera created for tourists and other holiday-makers, a rather dreadful over-priced, over slick main drag with too many restaurants and hawkers and really, despite the perfection of the location, quite awful. We hired a taxi and told him we weren’t interested in any of his tours

Do the Peli-Cancan!

You just know it will be bigger and beautifuller and totally crisp if you click to enlarge…

Are you a Pelican or a Pelican’t?

I am often puzzled by the places that sweep me away and the places that leave me cold. Generally the mere idea of a posh resort like Cabo San Lucas repels me. In reality – I’m going back there next year! And these guys are a big part of the reason why! Wow!

Travelling again and again

I do know where the wanderlust comes from – spent my entire childhood with my head in a book, or more likely thousands of books all set in places more exotic or interesting than home. Tolstoy and Dostoevsky are ultimately responsible for this photo. And the ones I will take in Moscow one day. Hopefully