As my blog posts become fewer and more "occasional", I confess to being quite beguiled by the vast potential audience that is FaceBook, but a market place is still a market place, even if it is called "social". This blog, I decided, needed a bit of sprucing up for Christmas. I'll start with a kaleidoscope of recent images, each more different than the last, which I hope will help you fall in love with Barbados, for the first time or all over again! Merry Christmas....May the Season find you healthy, happy and at one with the One above!
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Saturday, September 26, 2015
With apologies to my loyal viewers who have missed most of my production for the past 5 months unless they've been viewing Facebook. My efforts have largely been iphone photos in that time. Recently, however, the impetus to go out with my big camera and take more serious images has surfaced again At the same time, life has paused for a bit...
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Okay so there are no people in these pics...no scantily clad women gyrating or bathing beauties on the beach!! Sorry to disappoint but my eyes have been feasting on other beauties offered up by our little island paradise!
Hope you like them!
Hope you like them!
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Okay, okay...I admit to getting carried away with the title of this post, but it was really only to dampen my disappointment in my photographic efforts these days. Sometimes, a photographer finds himself immersed in all the beauty and synergy of being in and of the moment and his work reflects that perfectly, as though each photograph were a complete and inviting window into a land of make-believe or better-than-reality. Yesterday, I practically stumbled through Bridgetown with my camera, missing moments that would make our little paradise shine for the world to see. Instead, I grappled with moment and camera and habit, failing to find and capture sweetness, the telling angles and favourable light. I surrendered very quickly to this new familiar"wall" (laziness), deciding that if, in the telling of the tale, I was revealing my failings as artist, then I would still invite the world to see of what sweetness and grit Paradise is made. It is that unmistakable nectar of the imperfect present, imbued with the romantic tracing of History, laced with the hopes of futures yet untold.