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:

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:

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

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.

This garden in my neighborhood is kind of everyone's back yard. And so all manner of things end up in it. I liked the juxtaposition of the spider and the fish in the picture above, but the real reason I stopped was to get the stuffed tiger in the gazebo:



A closer look:

rock and roll artifacts: a wristband

Basically I just liked my wristband. And I was bored on the barrier, waiting for the show to start. But wristbands are a thing that interest me, as objects. As markers and signals and memories that we wear and eventually discard. Some wristbands have show-specific information on them, making them even more of a memento mori.

Plus I like pictures of peoples' hands. Someday I'd like to do a series just of concert-goers hands, and wrists, and the things (jewelry, wristbands, sharpie drawings) they wear.

Meanwhile, have some pretty lights, and a collection of footwear:



(Pictures taken at the Titus Andronicus show at Webster Hall, New York, NY, September 2010.)

Onwards up the Hudson: Poughkeepsie

I went to a show in Poughkeepsie, NY, recently; this is the alley/entrance near the club. We all stood under the watchful eye of the dragon and waited to be let inside.

Poughkeepsie includes many unusual treasures, including a sculpture park, featuring this:



and also this:



Finally, here's a shot of the Hudson from out the train window. This kind of light on the water is exactly why I live here:



(p.s. I haven't forgotten about the rest of the design house! More of that coming soon!)