Maokong I

  It was overcast the morning my son and I rode the Wenshan Line standing room only to the zoo Continue reading →

If Only Eyebrows Were Wings!

There they stand, two towers of the Mexican art world in black and white, different as night and day, dark Continue reading →

Romancing the Raven

Raven by Yuki Adams, 1990 Synchronicity. What comes to mind when you read that emboldened word? When I first encountered 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 →