The alarm rang at 5.30am and shocked me into reality. I stretched my legs, were they still hurting from walking for hours on that hard cement floor the previous day. That darn floor always jumps up and grabs me. “No, they are still attached” I mumbled so I figured I’d made it through to today. A little numb from sleep saturation, I dressed hurriedly. The clothes were ironed and hanging from the wardrobe door, (even down to the compulsory scarf) in anticipation of an early start. Lisa had woken through the night and had written a list of things we needed to take with us for the day and I had made a mental note, so we both sanctimoniously congratulated ourselves on our organisational skills (that later fell in a heap) The 12 mile drive to the city of Alamogordo was accompanied by Mozart, the sun tipped the mountains to the right and the sky was mellow and the shadows long. We picked up Ricky and headed to the Old water tower in the centre …
Preparation for travel is always part of the excitement of taking a journey. I personally prepare my cases after unpacking the last trip. Clean them, wash the covers and the pods you store your clothes in and put them back in the case in preparation for the following trip. Whoops but this time I can’t find my big old green case weigher…. or whatever you call it. I’ve had it for about 12 years…but somehow it has not been put back in the right place after my last return (which by the way was only 4 weeks ago) Packing the cases, means extending the imagination as you do so. What to wear on each occasion, and then maybe a few spare interesting outfits, but at least I won’t need winter clothes this time, it’s going to be hot, hot, hot, just as I like it. On this trip I’ll even get a little down time with friends and for me that means shorts and T’s, and no responsibilities for a few days at least. …
Plant creative seeds to capture tomorrow. from Iampamholland on Vimeo.
I finished this small sample completely today by adding strips of Kantha to the border, well actually as the border… now it goes into the class demonstration file.
I’m in the design process.
Did it begin today?
No, it began when I took the photo in India a month ago and it’s been floating around in my mind and popping into my mind for short periods of time in the past few weeks.
The colors take your breath away. I love the constant movement of fabric and flowers.
Images of Guatemala. I’ve met this lady on a previous trip, she features in the Destination Craft Show on PBS. She sits in the square near the church and for a small fee ill demonstrate how to wrap the head gear. The red hand woven strip is about 10 feet long and the colored part on the end sits on the outside of the weave. It’s fascinating to watch her do it. I saw a number of older women with this head attire, but mostly they just wore a cloth or ribbon covering. The cemetery in Chichicastenango. Away from the town center of Chichicastenango, Guatemala, on a hill that is rarely touched by tourists, one of the most colorful cemeteries in the world is hidden in plain sight. Steeped in Mayan tradition, the vibrant rainbow of pigments celebrates the afterlife, and can symbolize different family roles, like a color-coded clue to the puzzle of the dead. Featuring rows upon rows of painted crosses and tall mausoleums, the Chichicastenango Cemetery is a perfect …
Finally winding down now that we are here in Antigua Guatemala and my group is just wonderful. That said, our feet pounded the cobblestones over 17,000 times today. I decided that we would eat at a different restaurant each morning for breakfast and our Guide Carlos took us to an amazing restaurant. I didn’t get the name of it, but I will post it later and I highly recommend it. I tried a drink called Arroz en Leche, basically it’s thin rice pudding…. Oh, so delicious and best of all, it’s just a dollar. Our Itinerary was to walk in the town this morning. I was cool and mild, the sun peeked through the clouds and sent delightful colors streaming down the cobblestone streets. The volcano is spewing lava and steam creating clouds of mist. (but I’m told its safe) I love the walls of this city, so my first photographic genre was to capture the texture and color. This is my favorite wall. How many colors. One wonders just how old the doors are? …
There is a connection.
It’s got nothing to do with age, religion, or even culturally, it’s a gut feeling and often a chance meeting turns into a gentle friendship.
“It’s nice to meet someone who gets it” was a comment made recently.
“Yes it is indeed”
The streets were quiet because it’s a Saturday, but it was my intention to walk and take photos without obstruction. I only had a short time to explore before I had more official duties, but today I decided on a typical breakfast in town.