It's always fascinating to see how people react to my camera. In this case, all but the second from the left were obviously eager to be photographed. Their smiles are great and the food was pretty good, too.
Yucatan Peninsula
01-02-12 Welcome!
Sorry if I seem to be on a Mexico theme lately but when I look out my window, all I see is white and gray. So here's a little color.Most resorts that we've been to in Mexico offer some kind of welcoming drink, and these six glasses of (non-alcoholic) punch were being set up for our group.
01-01-13 Waiting for the Sun
Those of my generation know that the title for this post is also the title for the title track of the Doors third album "Waiting for the Sun." They sing
At first flash of Eden, we race down to the sea.Standing there on Freedom's Shore.Waiting for the Sun, etc. etc. etc.
And, this photo does little to reflect those lyrics. But I did take this photo early in the morning one day, well before the crowds arrived on the beach and a little before the sun came out from behind the bank of clouds that typically hovers over the eastern horizon off the shores of the Yucatan Peninsula.
12-31-12 Seeing Blue
This is the pool at the resort we stayed at recently. And this is yet another HDR photo (3 in 1) that has also been adjusted a bit with Nik Color Efex Pro 4 and OnOne Photo Suite 7.
12-30-12 Friend or Foe
The coati is a relative of the raccoon, an animal we are familiar with in South Dakota. These coati were part of a band of 15 or so and they were pretty good at working the residents of the resort we stayed at recently. They look cute and innocent but they could be aggressive, as my brother-in-law found out. One of them climbed right up his leg looking for a handout and leaving bleeding claw marks. All of the signs on the resort said "Don't feed the animals." That was probably good advice.
01-01-12 The Wine-Dark Sea
"The wine-dark sea" is an epithet that Homer used to describe the Aegean Sea. I doubt that Homer's Odysseus ever sailed the waters off of the Yucatan Peninsula, but if he had, would he have heard the sirens' song as I have? Or the mermaids singing?And now, because I can't stop the chain of consciousness that wells up from my distant college past from time to time, I am compelled to quote "The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock" by TS Eliot:
"I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.I do not think that they will sing to me.I have seen them riding seaward on the wavesCombing the white hair of the waves blown backWhen the wind blows the water white and black.We have lingered in the chambers of the seaBy sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brownTill human voices wake us, and we drown."
But I am not Prufrock, nor was meant to be. . . .