Bemused by the Bidet

Today is our last day in Spain and while R works on his profoundly beautiful watercolor of a wine press Continue reading →

Rilke in Ronda

When Rilke set off on his journey to Spain, he hadn’t heard of Ronda, where he arrived, almost by accident. Continue reading →

To Sheets! To the Wind!

R and I are in southern Spain, wandering through Casares, an Andalusian village of white houses cascading over a couple Continue reading →

Door

Door On gray days we write poems of Gaucín’s whitewashed houses reflecting blue sky, pink roof tiles, houses cascading down Continue reading →

QDEP (Qué Descanses En Paz), Paco

“Festival Flamenco” Camarón de la Isla, L. and Paco de Lucía, R. by Aguijarro (Antonio Guijarro Morales) [Wiki Media] I remember Continue reading →

What about the wind?

“You embrace me and I forget you because we are one and will go on facing the wind together…”  Pablo Continue reading →

All the World’s Not Necessarily a Page

“…my sketchbooks are very precious to me, and I can’t imagine losing one. It would be like losing a part of Continue reading →

Is it Tuesday or Duende?

We’ve lost track of time here in Andalucía. Or rather, we have a magical sense of it. Sure, there’s the Continue reading →