This is not a terrific photo and I dislike posting these placemarker shots, here only because I made no better images this particular day. I had thought that flying might provide some opportunities, airports to me often seem filled with striking images, but we were late and I was just wiped out. Happy to collapse in my cramped little seat and veg for the four hours it took to land in Cancun. Then the rental jeep down the coast, arriving just past sunset. Better pictures to come today -- I can already feel myself slowly unfurling from my usual clenched-ness, in the sun and warm, soft breeze and endless susurration of the sea.
We will be in a really remote part of the Yucatan, right down near the border with Belize. (Saltwater flyfishing, hoping for the grand slam of catching a tarpon, a permit and a bonefish, which Bill says make trout look positively uncautious. Or at least he is on mission; I'm pretty much just along for the adventure. A good thing, given my woeful fly casting abilities). So it's unlikely I will be able to post for awhile, but I'm going to be working on remaining mindful. While it's easy, while there is some psychic and temporal room, working on keeping photography a part of my everyday experience of the world, no matter what the day brings. And not some special treat I get to enjoy when all the planets align just right.
