An angel adorning the entry to a dark passageway in Riga’s Old Town. Probably dates from the 12th or 13th century. Happier now than it can ever remember, though it’s not overly pleased with the iron bosoms. It’s images like this, not that it’s technically all that great, that make me glad I photograph things.Continue reading “Passage Angel”
The people who know the story about this first-hand are all dead, bar a few that were too young to understand. It’s an insignificant balcony on an insignificant building in the old part of Riga. No marker, no plaque, nothing noting it. You could walk by an never notice – walk by once or tenContinue reading “Dark story”
I have a feeling this will be a challenging year, maybe more than most. But we’ll get through – we always do. Somehow. Somehow this planet of ours keeps spinning on its axis, each perfect turn the makings of one more perfect day. What we do with that is up to us. Fortunately, we getContinue reading “Happy New Year!”
I hadn’t made the connection before, but this piece and just thinking of Riga makes me hum Leonard Cohen’s “Dance Me to the End of Love.” Found a video of him singing itand finally figured out how to embed it! Yay! This version is my favourite,from Austin City Limits in 1988. He looks much likeContinue reading “The end of time”
Rather fell in love with this boy and how he wailed his traditional Latvian folk-punk anthems at the passersby. Threw him a lot of coins – it takes a lot of beer to fuel that kind of passion. I wonder if he’s still there or if he’s grown and gone, settled in a comfortable suburbContinue reading “Busking for Riga Blues”
Riga is just a little bit more romantic.