There are occasional mornings here in rural Guanacaste when I awaken to find an insistent thing. A thing that commands attention. From...

…in honour of the finale of one of the best shows on TV? or is he just getting ready to fumigate? With layers and layers of clothing...

Who knows why my first dogloves to sleep here, atop all the fire wood, under the cook fire. But she does. Here’s my sweet Mariposa and...

A Sunday. It is Independence Day in Costa Rica. (we can hear the school bands playing their oohm-pah-pah down in town. But by the time we...

I’ll wager you can’t truly imagine what it is to clean a pig pen. Likely you’ve never even thought about it. It’s sensory. Buzzing,...

Skilled at insect photography with my # iPhone 3GS I am not. But how could I help but attempt to photograph this cool creature as I...

A visit to the farmer store. Some snapshots for my friends at home. As you can see, I'm all about using the #Hipstamatic #app on my...

In the rainy season, a smoke bucket comes in very very handy. The constant wet breeds mosquitos. Like crazy. And during the high tide?...

The seashore here is dramatic. Mysterious. Primal. As if one were witness to the origins of life itself. No matter how many times we walk...

Sunday in the sun. Rice with chicken (pollo con sempre), chips and tortillas. Sweet little plastic cups with fruit beverage, home made...

Today we were at the beach at #PlayaGarza, #CostaRica. I went for a walk in the early morning. I was messing around with my camera and...

there’s a strong wind on the mountain. raises the roof and slams it back down again. bang. bang. bang. the outside wants in and like a...

Buenos Aires, Birthplace of Tango Foreheads pressed together. Strength is focused in the core with abdomens firm and held in check the...

el Club de Pescadores en Buenos Aires, Argentina A friend suggests visiting the Fisherman’s Club while in Buenos Aires, Argentina. And as...

Could it be there is a portal into the Past? And would it be recognizable as the Past if one unexpectedly found themselves there? Or is...

It is night now. The animals all slumber as if there is nothing in this world to worry them. My skin is radiant, not with light but with...

The cactus spine impaled though the nail of my right index finger two months ago has just now grown out. The relief is surreal. The pain...

Tuesday, Sept 18 Harry and Toño start cutting trees for our neighbour Teresa. Because we have the chainsaw. Because we can pay for Toño....

Giving Pigs a Place to Roam in Guanacaste I’m back in Copal, after 6 glorious weeks visiting family and friends in Toronto, and (after...

Copal, Guanacaste, Costa Rica – Bull riders. I don’t think much needs to be said here, the pictures tell the story. Thanks to Harry for...