When the sand is compacted from the earlier rain and the morning is too early for the kites to be surfing in Tarifa, I follow the sand prints.
San Juan de Aznalfarache, Sevilla In this morning I don’t know what I’ll find but I’ll know I’ll find it. Stirring my morning coffee amidst this San Juan hustle and bustle of old men and shopping ladies. Beside the orange trees or outside the apartments where people are sitting on white, plastic chairs. Maybe … More Better Than Coffee, Morning #wordsketch (and also for a Happy New Year)
Take a look at Sevilla up close and become addicted to it’s sky. I tried to capture and keep it. Snippets of Reales Alcázares de Sevilla. A wall, the gardens, it’s windows and doors. Then the architecture of Sevilla, old and new, buildings standing proud in contrast to that brilliant, blue sky.
The white laminate tables are adult sized but littered with gaudy coloured plastic plates. On the top table I look for a spoon for my cereal but all I see are some little plastic teaspoons and plastic knives. Luckily my tea is in a mug. Along with my chair, it convinces me I’m not in … More Plastic Knives and Little Spoons #traveldeeper #childishdreams #nomad #hostels
This notebook is not so much about travel but more about me finding my place in the world and that includes exploring my own creative needs. I still feel such a novice. I dropped art in school after three years and that was a hell of a long time ago but intuitively without direction I’m … More July’s Sketchpad #sketching
I awoke to a bang in the night and a chorus of dogs. The horse had had it. Except it didn’t happen that way. Ebanoe had passed away peacefully in the night after a short term illness. No gun was needed. Anna wanted to spare him the indecent and undeserved ending of being hoisted into … More Digging A Grave For Ebanoe #traveltales