Light written

The Light written on the walls

Her presence coming into

This morning 

Joy of Life

This immense cactus just grows from a pot in a very small terrace in front of a house pressed against a window. Its huge  beautiful white flowers celebrating life  –as it looks to me!  I found it in  the town Tilcara, province of Jujuy in the Andes Mountains in the north of Argentina.

November 2010

Life and Death

Autumn, Scorpio-time, Samhain and Halloween, when the veil between the world is thin…. In all cultures, from Mayan, Celtic to catholic these times have been celebrated and honoured. 

I am aware of the ongoing cycle of live and saw it confirmed by these plants growing from a large mausoleum tomb in Buenos Aires at Recoleta, at which cemetery also Evita Perron lies buried; her spirit still alive for lots of Peronistas.  Look at a cemetery to see how people and how a culture deals with death.
October 2010

Light Once

In the streets of La Boca in Buenos Aires I saw this play of colour, light and shadows. There is a story why all the houses are so colourful. When the first Italian immigrants came to Buenos Aires, they started to work in the harbour and shipyards of the river ‘La Plata’ in the capital. They settled in ‘La Boca” (The Mouth), where they builded wooden houses. To paint their houses, they were allowed to take home the leftovers of paint used in the shipyard. This created a very colourful, now famous quarter of town.

On the left you see these funny electricity boxes, which all houses show on the front wall. Is it important for your neighbours or visitors to see how much electricity you have been using (this could become a great environmental control issue) or is it just easy for the electricity company to read your meter?  No idea. I liked being in between the light and shadow of the trees.

Aug 2010

Shadow and Light

This image pops up every now and then in my photo-archive. I love its simplicity: the little shadowed meadow with the light reflection of the window on it. There was more to it though. I made this picture when I was lying in bed very ill for months, facing big questions like ‘if I still can see the light when I seem to be surrounded by shadow?’ and ‘Can I say ‘yes’ to life, when death is luring?’ I did answer ‘yes’, to the fullest, and recovered. My neighbour, who could see the same meadow from the other side, committed suicide.