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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

RUINS! Finally.

One of the tallest ruins in the Yucatan peninsula, the "Big Hill" stands approximately 42 meters.


The view from inside the pyramid.


The ancient Mayas built this structure to honor my favorite god, Chac Mool.


On our way to Coba, we stopped by a "cenote" and rapelled to the bottom.


We entered a cave that the ancients regarded as an entryway into the consciousness of Mother Earth. Visitors swim in the crystal, light green water found at the bottom.

The shops looked enticing to the people seeking souvenirs.


Two shopkeepers in Tres Rios take care of their accounting business.


We found two children feeding a crocodile, then despaired while they looked at us and not at the croc, whose maw had begun to open wide.
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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.