Lost in Translation

I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they're blowing
As free as the wind
And hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning

More than this - there is nothing
More than this - tell me one thing
More than this - there is nothing

It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like a dream in the night
Who can say where we're going
No care in the world
Maybe I'm learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning

More than this - there is nothing
More than this - tell me one thing
More than this - there is nothing

The Girl in the Café

Too close to call

757.Boeing. Damn!

Once upon a time...

Esmeralda

Emerald miners underground in the Muzo mine in central Colombia.

It's about the choices we make
and the places we take
within.

It's about the love we feel
the words that heal
as we move across
the ocean
and the sea.

It's about the peace
we give and the lives
we live
as we map the distance
of the soul.

It's about the choices we make
and the places we take
within.

An unbearable 'lightness' of being.

It's shameful. It's pathetic. It's beyond understanding that the leading newspaper in Colombia EL TIEMPO, has done nothing during the last month, than to open up with pictures of Colombian President Uribe on its front page, as well as, carnival and bicycling races in this country and beauty pageants, while the world stands by and watches the Middle East go up in flames.

More than a thousand civilians dead between Israel and Lebanon, and all we get on the front page are stories about obesity and how wonderful the next four years will be under Uribe and his star-studded cast of brilliant Ministers. If the news trend that we must read here is 'light' then the newspaper has become an 'unbearable lightness of being', to coin the words of Czech author Milan Kundera.

Where is the news? Where is the criteria?. How sad, and mundane that El Tiempo, the only newspaper in Colombia that's 'fit to print', has been reduced photographically to a rag of ridiculous photos during such a critical time in our common history.

I needed to get this off my chest. And for those of you at El Tiempo who pass through this blog to check up on what I am doing...please stay away. Thank you and goodnight

child labor

A young man crouches in the corner of a coal mine in central Colombia, near Angelopolis.

Mutton Street

As I walked down Mutton street
I thought of Goya and fresh cantelope.

The model

This negative recently surfaced. Taken in Bogotá, during a cold Saturday morning fashion shoot, the model stood in the doorway, while I snapped this moment. She now lives in Berlin.

Alpha 66

An anti-Castro fighter from the Alpha 66 fighting force sits in his hide-out in the Florida Everglades, with his loaded rifle.

Gabriel Garcia Marquéz

Colombia's Nobel winning writer Gabriel Garcia Marquéz of One Hundred Years of Solitude and Love in the time of Cholera fame, during a press conference in Bogotá.