21
Apr
In the quiet evening light cast over the plains, the caravan squats on bricks, bobbing in a gusting wind. It has been placed in position with care, intentionally hidden behind a giant gorse bush. ...
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20
Apr
The walkway along the promenade is covered; a tin A-frame roof supported by heavy square iron poles. That’s for the typhoon rains, and the summer sun. I leaned on a pole waiting for my...
16
Apr
The young girl plays in this corner of the sandbox. She is white tights and black patent leather shoes. Her piano fingers push trucks around in the sand, weaving little truck tracks. The other kids,...
16
Apr
It’s almost midnight when the yelling starts. I peek out my window to see what’s causing the ruckus. Through the open window of the house next door I can see the neighbours yelling at...
15
Apr
A family of scrub jays lives in the dead tree outside my window. It’s an excellent location for avoiding nosy neighbors, even cats, as the entrance lies on the underside of a formerly living...
13
Apr
I am Edvard Munch. Nothing natural about the hypersonic shrill emanating from next door though, four o’clock, every day. The little banshee barely looks big enough to contain the noise, all kindergarten innocence, sugar...
10
Apr
Hauling all our luggage – why is there so much? -- is a challenge. As so often happens in situations like this, seemingly out of nowhere, a man appears before us. In a perfect...
09
Apr
From a distance the houses look beautiful. Each with its own varying design; Lime green walls, blue railing, white columns. Most are one storey maisonettes with elegant balconies and expensive looking roofing tiles. As I...
08
Apr
The elderly Maltese lady calls to me in her native tongue from her rooftop laundry garden; grabbing pegs and gesticulating urgently. Pointing at the damp clothes haphazardly strung over thin wires stretched between stone...
07
Apr
No cars, no people. Just sunrise reflecting in the puddles; leftover rainwater. It is so quiet you can hear the wind under your breath. My dog tugs on the leash and looks back to...
