I love keeping track of my world with the snap of a camera. Occasionally, I pick up pen and paper and draw the world around me, but in all honesty, there is great luxury in the old point-and-shoot. Here is a peek at my world in images.
I snapped this blind one morning on my walk near my home in St. Augustine. I love the translucenty in the wings.
One of my favorite candid shots from the writing conference I host yearly. Here are writers Dahlma Llanos-Figueroa and Gale Massey discussing their manuscripts.
Rio Lagartos in Yucatan. This is a bird lover's paradise. And the flamingos are pretty, too.
Izamal, Yucatan, one of Mexico's Pueblos Mágicos.
This is Murmur Lee. I love her so very much. She died of cancer in 2015 and her loss still knocks me over. You can see by the light in her sweet eyes how special she was.
When the Spanish invaded the Yucatan, they forced the Mayan people to destroy their own temples and, using the materials from their destoryed places of worship, build Catholic churches for the conquistadors. I took this photo at the convent in Izamal. You can see a stone from the original Maya structure which was"re-purposed" as part of the steps leading from the convent complex.
Here is my beloved chickee. When I moved to Alligator Point, it had a thatch roof but too many hurricanes finally prompted a switch to the more enduringbut less appealing metal roof. I spend innumerable hours sitting there, gazing south, looking toward what would eventually become my new home: the Yucatan.
Pablo Neruda. We adopted him off of Facebook. He had been severely abused. The rope burn around his neck took months to heal. He survived his heartworm treatment like a trooper, but it took him a long time to trust people. But now look at him! I altered this image using an app.
Catalina, the kitty who adopted us and then insisted on coming along to Mexico. This is part of her bathtub series.
Here's Ulysses hanging out on the stairs leading to the mirador at our second house in Merida in the colonia of Chuminopolis. In this photo, taken a year ago (2016), he was 19-years-old. He truly does amaze as he runs through the house and yard like a puppy. His selective hearing works better than mine. He has also earned some pretty important roles in several of my books.
One of my favorites things to do at Alligator Point was fish for redfish. That all changed after the oil spill. This species of fish and countless more were devastated by the toxic oil/Corexit mix.
The kids at Alligator Point: Pablo Neruda, Murmur Lee, and Scout. Scout was a schipperke who passed away at the ripe old age of 20. He was a jokester, always full of good humor.
What better place for a family album than on your Bug! Merida is full of Volkswagon Beetles, but this one wears its heart on its hood.
The convent and church walls in beautiful Valladolid,Yucatan. I applied a watercolor treatment to this image.
Meteor simply showed up one day in our backyard in Cozumel . . . a walled back yard too tall for a turtle to scale . . . thus her name.
Meteor getting ready for Carnaval 2019.