The Taj Mahal.

India. Traveling out of Delhi we move in a stream of traffic. Our speed is slower than others on the road because there are new legislated speed limits for passenger buses and trucks, so we are passed by a ribbon of bikes and tuk tuks, hand on horn and a speed way attitude. Our driver…

Days in the Indian Sun.

Day one of our Indian Textile tour. Take 12 people from 4 different countries who  know little about each other. Put them on a plane to  travel for 24 hours (or a little less) and they come together to create a memory in a country far from their home. The feeling  is carried forever, the experiences…

The things that stir the imagination.

Our travel companions will be exposed to the beauty, the day to day workings and sometimes, the sheer luxury of India.  For me, the excitement of my trips is waking the senses and being challenged. I enjoy exploring and capturing what some would say is the mundane with my camera. So we will source our…

The colors of Antigua Guatemala.

Down cobblestone streets full of color and noise. The temperature is in the high 70’s and the air is clean. The streets are full of people, I’m sad to see so many children working on the street selling things. My Pollyanna persona hopes that they go to school later or earlier in the day.  Many…

Adelaide South Australia, – art in the streets.

Adelaide, South Australia,  has been my home city for the past 60 years and it still retains a colonial direction which has successfully blended  with  modernism.  All over the city are small pockets of the past blended with the flamboyance of the new and I embrace it all with enthusiasm. A few days ago,  I…

The tools of an artist.

I decided just to add the photos of the tools of the artists I have visited. Everything is beautiful, from a bucket of bolts to a piece of metal hanging in a turquoise
wall. I hope these images are an inspiration for you,

Images of Mexico City.

I put on another jacket today. One of a tour escort, so this morning was spent going over the paperwork and checking, checking and double checking the paperwork. I was still tired but forced myself to go out and walk… I’m very familiar with this area of Mexico City and it was wonderful to loose myself in the mysteries of a busy Sunday afternoon. I watched ballet on a big screen, wandered through small markets in the park and just observed the throng of people.

8 ladies in the bus.

I write this in the bus as we drive to the Doha coffee plantation.

8 ladies in the bus.

I’ve been up since 3.30, catching up on paperwork… mainly for the next trip to Mexico. I’m sure that will be another adventure indeed.