Spain celebrates Carnival in the week before the season of Lent. I always say people are making sure they have something really juicey to repent, but these days most people just regard it as a darn good excuse for a party. It wasn’t always that way. Franco banned Carnival. It’s always been a time when people could say and do things they wouldn’t normally get away with, and perhaps he…
I originally came to La Palma to work at the astronomical observatory here. Almost as soon as I heard I’d got the job, my parents went to a travel agent to find out how much it would cost to visit. The girl at the desk said, “Las Palmas de Gran Canaris? Certainly Sir. I’ll just look it up for you.” “No,” explained my father. “The island of La Palma. My…
I went to see my friend Norma for a delicious, full English breakfast. Since I had to climb up the hill, I hope I burned almost as many calories as I ate. We talked about my novel-in-progress and her CD-in-progress, and Ruido magazine. And then, as per usual, I started taking photos. There’s something about the light at her house that sets me off. That and her amazing tolerance as…
Where does Father Christmas go for his holidays? To Santa Cruz. (You may groan.) Anyway, I went to Santa Cruz this morning to meet my friend Norma and drop shoes off for mending – yes we still have a shoe mender. And here’s a roofscape from beside the park.
I remember in school we used to say that the first sign of madness was talking to yourself. The second sign of madness was having white hairs on the palms of your hands. And the third sign of madness was looking for white hairs on the palm of your hands. Well this morning I decided that the fourth sign was very probably taking art photos of cabagges. But I took…
