Photo Week in Review 6.12.17-6.18.17

The Met 6.11.17

For a Sunday in June it wasn’t very crowded, and for reasons unknown to me, it stayed that way. There were no cameras resting just above my shoulders as stood and looked. I stayed for two-and-a-half hours.I am starting to appreciate the Roman gallery by day, and not just at night. The shadows are different, and interesting. 904-07 were open after noon, so I was able to visit Degas and Giacometti, and not just look at them from behind the ropes.  Brancusi dreamt of Picasso, as always. Modigliani and Stein balanced two points in space. Cupid and Psyche embraced under leering eyes. Continue reading The Met 6.11.17

Photo Week in Review 6.5.17-6.11.17

El Chepe

The bus the Chihuahua was an hour late.  There are no departure boards at Mexican bus stations, you just stand on the platform and wait for a bus with your destination on the front to show up. Bus after bus pulled up at the Zacatecas station, and none of them were for Ciudad Juarez, which was the bus I would take to Chihuahua, where I would change for the train to Creel.  Continue reading El Chepe

Baja to Los Angeles

I woke late on Tuesday morning, knowing the ferry from Topolobampo to La Paz, on the Baja Peninsula, didn’t leave until midnight. I didn’t need to check out of my hotel until noon, and I needed to figure out what to do with those twelve hours hours in between. Travel should have taught me by now that there is no such thing as in-between time, that life is just always happening.  It’s hard to retrain a mind.

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Guanajuato and Zacatecas

The bus to Mexico City was a quick six hours.  Arid mountain scrubland passed outside the window.  I dozed on and off.I was 80 days into my trip, and the constant travel and planning had caught up with me long before.  Travel isn’t as much a vacation as it is a job you take on, for which you are not paid.  There was only one way to get back, and that was to keep going.  This isn’t a complaint.  But when people think about leaving their jobs and running away, I’m not sure they realize how much drudgery is involved, and boredom.

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Caye Caulker to Palenque, Mexico

It was raining our final morning in Caye Caulker, downpouring. The power went out at 4am, before a generator kicked on.  I woke up with a start and looked at my phone to make sure we hadn’t overslept.  At that point, we were both awake.  I went outside to take down the clothes we had left out on the porch to dry.  Lucky for us, the rain was blowing sideways from the other direction, so our clothes hadn’t gotten any wetter.  We sat on the porch, drank coffee, and talked, the rain indecisive, slowing to a drizzle and then ramping back up to a sideways blowing fury.

It was strange to be saying goodbye again after only a week, we had fallen back into normalcy quickly, and this felt just like a vacation.

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Caye Caulker

The bus ride to Belize City was uneventful. The bus never got overcrowded, and it was hot but not unbearable.  It wasn’t raining, so the windows could be kept open allowing for a breeze, and since it was direct, there wasn’t much stopping and starting along the way.

We walked the ten minutes to the water taxi terminal, bought our tickets, and waiting the hour till the taxi left.

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