Day Two Hunderd Three, August 13, 2011

little rider

Flamenco, bull fighting, music, food and of course drink have become staples of the Feria De Agosto in Malaga, Andalusia. A historic festival that has started back in 1491 commemorating the taking of the city by the Catholic monarchs Isabella the first of Castile  and Ferdinand the second of Aragon in 1487, it continues till today every August of every year in the streets of the old city. This little boy was dressed up as he rode in the streets of Malaga on the first day of the joyful festivities.

Day Two Hundred, August 10, 2011

alone...

Someone once said: “you are born alone, and you die alone”

True words that cannot be argued. We arrive here alone, fragile, bewildered. We depend on our parents our caregivers to help us get through the first years, we search for companions along the journey to take away our loneliness and in the very end we face the unknown completely alone. No one can hold our hand then after the departure gate. Knowing that makes me value the people who have a place in my life so much more…

photo: a lone flower at castle Gibralfaro, Malaga, Spain

Day One Hundred Ninety Eight, August 8, 2011

a walk in the sand

Being near the ocean can often cause a process of self reflection. It can slow one down into a state of calm allowing thoughts to float to the surface that were otherwise buried deep within. And good decision can be born of inspiration, an inspiration born out of rhythm, of repeating steps on the sand and the steady movement of waves beating on the shore…

photo: Walking on a sandy beach, Estepona, Spain