Down in Mexico

Almost forgot. Had a quick adventure down in Mexico a little over a week ago. Wanted to share a few pictures.

If you should find yourself in the Riviera Maya, take the ferry to Cozumel and look up Uncle John and Aunt Grace. They'll probably take you to the beach, out for dinner, and maybe even let you couch surf (right?).

Highlights from this six-day journey include doing a job interview with the CBC from the beach (well, in the parking lot boiling alive in the truck), watching Canada take the Gold medal from a palapa pub in Playa del Carmen, where the Canadians literally drank the bar dry, finding the pristine beaches of Tulum (in rental car of questionable safety), and finding the new cafes and wine spots in Cozumel. Not to mention the great meals and shared drinks with the Gibsons of Cozumel.

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p.s., look me up and add me as a friend on flickr. Nom: Daniel Christoper (link at right).

Interesting reads

Lots going on, and not enough dedication to the blog. That's all changing - less work, the end of university, and a blank agenda. Enjoy the links, share some more. D

A - A quick how-to on starting a wine cellar. Much cheaper and easier than you might think. Drink some, keep

B - 9,000+ grammar, spelling and syntax errors corrected in Finnegan's Wake.

Was Joyce blind, or just the stream of conscious genious we all take him for (although most have never understood or finished his most popular works)?

C - The night owl, the insomniac. Things happen in the night. There's quiet time to think.

Random short story #1

If I were a painter, and not a photographer, perhaps I would think like this.... Written in the wee hours, in a streaming flow of thoughts and words as always...

Once upon a time....jk..

THE GILDED LIGHT of morning poured in through the open window, a stifling heat coming with the slowly creeping rays of light, making uncomfortable the artist’s quaint studio perched high above the street. The late-summer sun still rose early, not enabling the artist to sleep much past the breakfast hour. He enjoyed the playful light of morning; he adored the explosion of violet and mango on the horizon, beyond the spires and towers, which came with the summer sunrise.

The doors of the terrace had been left open late on the evening prior, allowing the artist to breathe the cool air of August after sunset as he lay awake as always. The sounds of a waking city, the modern city, now played a playful background tune – a familiar tune the artist craved in the morning as he placed himself in time and place, returning slowly from dream.

Calgary, old and new contrasts

All Photos: Daniel C. Bach 2010