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Sunday, February 27, 2011

Hunt's Garden, Barbados

Once a cave, later an orchard, now a garden, this verdant green place was my favorite of the three gardens we visited. It was the most relaxed, and definitely the place I would most like to just sit and chill with a glass of rum punch and a good book.

Some highlights:






Tuesday, February 22, 2011

time for some tropical zen: Speightstown, Barbados

It snowed here again on Monday. This is now such a non-event that the intertubes didn't even flicker. I, however, am SO TIRED of snow. And cold. And ice. I need some tropical zen. So I'm sharing mine with you:

view from the side of the road, Speightstown, Barbados

Speightstown is the furthest from the airport, which translates to "least visited by tourists" which, for good or for ill, means that it less attention than, say, Bridgetown. On the other hand, there are buildings like this to be had:


I'm not quite sure what it is, but I think it was some sort of bodega/corner store type of outfit. It's across from the Parish Church:


some day i would like to go back and do specific photo projects, like, all of the parish churches, or, all of the roundabouts, since many of the traffic circles have distinctive decorations. Meanwhile, another one of Speightstown's older buildings:


Thursday, February 17, 2011

fleurs - Andromeda Garden


This was our third garden in one day, so by the time we got there, we were a little bit fried. (Looking at the pictures now I can tell I was tired, and flagging.) It's a very carefully constructed place - formal, despite the riots of color and vegetation.



Also notable: the details on some of the paving stones:


Wednesday, February 16, 2011

so many places i have lived so many people i have been

Sauchiehall Street, Glasgow, January 2011

I've been listening to a Scottish band (Biffy Clyro) pretty much all day, so today you get some snippets of Glasgow.

Bridge over the Clyde, January 2011

Not long after I moved away from Glasgow, despite having spent very little time by the Clyde, I wrote a poem from which the line "the rush of the Kelvin, the amble of the Clyde" is the only one I can currently remember. But the city remains one of my favorite places, "home" the way places are when you still have favorite tea shops and remember the mall fondly, despite having not been inside for the better part of fifteen years.

I was young there, I suppose, and loved passionately, and that will leave a mark.

The Necropolis, January 2011

I navigate the city in a glaze of memory. My mind has forgotten where I am going, but my feet still know the way.

3-D Map, Buchanan Street, January 2011

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

it came from the deep

Atlantic coast of Barbados, December 2010

Oh, little photo blog, I have neglected you. I am going to try and not do that anymore.

The picture above is one of my recent favorites, mainly because it looks so dark and stormy and atmospheric. This is the same place in color:


The angle is slightly different; I think I had to get out of the way of the incoming tide. also, for all of the dark and lowering skies, it was a fabulous day.