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| Catch me by the sea, basking in golden glory. |
Location: St George Island, Florida. June 2013.
Drag your forefinger west along the Yucatan Peninsula and your finger will eventually pass over this little village. It sits along the coast watching pelicans come and go - as often as the wind whips, and changes direction. The old fisherman's boat is worn from sand, abusive waves, exhausted steps and the wet drag of his net. How many years has this very boat visited this very beach? It rests on this one particular day...tired, or ready for its next adventure? Only the fisherman knows...
Exact location: Champoton, Mexico. December 2015.
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| A villager's turquoise dream |
Exact location: Champoton, Mexico. December 2015.
Images from our frozen tundra.
It would seem we're living in 're-freeze" mode.
Nothing wrong with a good old fashioned Canadian Arctic breeze to freeze your bones in place...nope. This is just fine as long as the wood burning fireplace continues to thaw us out at the end of the day. I have found that the more kids you add to your little village, the more complicated winter becomes. It's a joke among parents that you take 45 minutes to dress everyone in the 525 layers required to prevent pneumonia, but by the time you touch the snow everyone has either lost interest or roasting because the 525th layer was just a little bit too much. Carseats, jackets and little snow mits almost spell chaos. Also, have you ever noticed that the baby's head disappears inside the ever creeping jacket that is insistent on riding upwards...before long their nose is level with the middle of the closed zipper which translates to half way down the jacket. Or perhaps this one - fully winterize yourself and baby to walk out the door, thanks to the slick waterproof material of winter jackets, by the time you grab baby, keys, purse, lunch bags and the kitchen sink, you realize the baby is slicker than a slug and sliding rapidly down your hip. Get to the car and you're at this point walking in full drag mode while attempting to maintain posture. No? Ok, perhaps I am the only one.
Nothing wrong with a good old fashioned Canadian Arctic breeze to freeze your bones in place...nope. This is just fine as long as the wood burning fireplace continues to thaw us out at the end of the day. I have found that the more kids you add to your little village, the more complicated winter becomes. It's a joke among parents that you take 45 minutes to dress everyone in the 525 layers required to prevent pneumonia, but by the time you touch the snow everyone has either lost interest or roasting because the 525th layer was just a little bit too much. Carseats, jackets and little snow mits almost spell chaos. Also, have you ever noticed that the baby's head disappears inside the ever creeping jacket that is insistent on riding upwards...before long their nose is level with the middle of the closed zipper which translates to half way down the jacket. Or perhaps this one - fully winterize yourself and baby to walk out the door, thanks to the slick waterproof material of winter jackets, by the time you grab baby, keys, purse, lunch bags and the kitchen sink, you realize the baby is slicker than a slug and sliding rapidly down your hip. Get to the car and you're at this point walking in full drag mode while attempting to maintain posture. No? Ok, perhaps I am the only one.
