For the past month, along the country roads, various tree species - particularly those more commonly associated with dry forest areas - have been bursting into flower and the air is filled with sweetness. Now I have to photograph the Jacarandas!
It was a curious feeling to be standing not 100 meters from the coastline on Friday, not knowing if the latest news reports were infact acurrate, or whether we really would be engulfed by the ocean at around 4:43pm.
Mid-morning, I heard that a whale had appeared in the Gulf just infront of the town. A good sign?... A bad sign?... I figure these creatures must know something.
Reinaldo and Nilo left town early and headed back to the farm for the weekend and for higher ground. Meantime, I kept my crews moving... transplanting trees on the beach... wondering!
As it turned out, there was no noticeable change to the sea levels here.
My thoughts go out to those who have been affected by the tragic course of events.
Thanks to Jude's recent post, I've discovered Valerie (Anna?) Claff and have added a link to her Raven Wood Forest blog in the right hand column.
Hello Valerianna! :)
Reading through her latest post, and seeing images of her studio (the paintings and brushes and collections of natural objects) reminded me in some way of a self that I was. And it made me think how far removed from that self I am now. And it made me wonder about how that happened. How, unwittingly, I forced that self into the shadows. Infact it made me think about alot of different things. And it reminded me of these. Unfinished watercolor studies in a sketchbook from the way back when.
Two leaves. With fungal or larval damage.
One fruit (detail of above study)
In many ways I was happier then. Now I need to figure out why I think that.
Of course, you cannot go back. But I think you can re-MEMBER... a slow and intensive piecing back together of self???
A pirate ship! It's amazing what you see when you're looking!
Grace, the images below are of octopus egg sacs. Karin told me. I'm so excited by this fact. I've collected more since I posted about the first one (when I still thought it was some kind of shell). Unfortunately, most are broken. But I'm delighted with the thought of all of those baby octopi that must be pulsing through the Golfo Dulce right now! :)
Not so much with the "hilos de oro" ("golden threads") jellyfish that stung us this morning!
I mentioned that we went to swim at Playa Colibre (Hummingbird beach) on Friday evening. Yesterday evening, we went there again. I've always been an avid beach comber, and enjoy picking through the flotsome and jetsome more than I do swimming. I took the camera and here are some images of a few things that the sea had left behind.
I am struck by the creamy pastel tones of these objects. And I've always loved the jacquard patterns found on many of the shells, each one unique. The range of forms and textures. Each object with it's own inherent story of a profound, journey in another world.
This is Playa Colibre. A sheltered slip of coastline on the Golfo Dulce (Sweet Golf), with a few remnant patches of Mangrove. Usually, we have the whole beach to ourselves.
Here's Nilo. Although he spends most of his time face down in the water with a mask, looking for fishes, he's only just realizing that, if he moves his arms and legs at the same time, he can actually swim. I explained to him that, most children find it hard to learn to swim because they're afraid of being underwater. But since he goes there to be under the water, he has nothing to loose.
Thanks to those who left comments on yesterday's post, with constructive advice about my "flock" as Christi called it. She passed me a link to the site of fiber artist Karen Franzen whose work depicts cranes and crows, (among other natural subjects). I remembered the work of an artist called Catherine Hamilton, which I was first introduced to by the artists sister, Lisa, who we happened to pick up on the road one blazing Summer's day four or five years ago, here on the Osa Peninsula. Catherine's work is hauntingly beautiful!
I still haven't decided if or how to move ahead with the "Bird Habitat" cloth. But even if it comes to nothing in the end (as so many of the things I start tend to do!) as always, these small journies, and the people that one meets along the way, make it all worthwhile! :)
I have fallen in love with Manya's fishes! For me, Manya's work is very special. Honest, lyrical, and clearly made with a fullness of heart.