Looking out onto Centipede Island off the tip of the northern peninsula in Chaguaramas. A beautiful morning "down the islands".
Maracas beach.
I can only take credit for the cocoa. They are from my tree and I am a bit of a loss as to what to do with them, so they are posing as decorations in my demerara window.
These are things that really say home to me. Our vanishing fretwork that I can only hope that someone out there has documented the patterns of the different designs. We have already lost so many.
Bois Cano leaf. This leaf comes from a forest tree and the fallen foliage is so startling that it is often used decoratively. At Christmas, they can be sprayed gold and used as interesting accents or an extra fancy creche roof.
The corbeaux gets such a bad rap. Rosie has caught his noble profile here and he seems to be deep in thought. These birds are highly intelligent and will bond closely to human caregivers. I have a friend who nurtured an injured baby and released him into the wild. But he continues to visit to be fed and loved and has taken to bringing home his La Basse (our garbage dump) friends. But I will save all of that for a separate corbeaux post on Barbie and Grommet.
Our Gasparee caves with their shimmering pools of water and massive centipedes.
Reflections of palm fronds.
