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Live Long and Derelict.
Earlier this week, my friend Stephen and I had a couple of photo adventures. The first stop was a late-night excursion into Kananaskis to do some astral photography. I’m pretty pleased with how the photos turned out this time, since the last few times I’ve tried, they’ve been mediocre at best.
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Goodbye Nicaragua 2009
It’s taken me almost a week since being home from Nicaragua, but I’ve finally managed to sit down and write this post. Last Monday, I woke up at the crack of dawn to haul my tired and still sick bum out of the sweet comfort of a real bed so I could go home to my own bed. Just imagine that for a second. For the last month, I had been sleeping on beds of questionable cleanliness and ones who assured backaches from a distinct lack of padding. I was pretty upset about having my sleeping time cut short by the alarm, but at the same time, thoughts of my.…
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San Juan del Sur
Life in San Juan del Sur is pretty sedate. There isn’t a whole lot to do here, beyond hang around and walk on the beach. I’m not complaining, since it’s been a nice break following living and working in Tortuga. We’re almost finished all the work for the dig, having started drawing rim profiles yesterday. It’s been a few years since I last drew a rim profile and I forgot how exceedingly difficult it can be for someone who isn’t an artist. It makes me wish I could shove them at my sister and be all, “You do it!”
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Creatures, Everywhere
Yesterday, Jenn and I needed to take the bus up to Ostional to pull some rim sherds from last year’s artefact collection. I got on the bus first, since Jenn wanted to stop at the bakery, and managed to claim two seats. It was hot on the bus, a sickly combination of low air circulation and lots of bodies. As I ran my fingers back through my hair, I felt something hard and roundish caught between a few locks. Thinking it was a bunch of plant debris, I just pulled it out. When I looked at what I had, I saw a beetle between my fingers, who, freed from its…
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Small Creatures, Small Brains
I am a frog, hopping along the jungle floor. From puddle to puddle, I leap, propelling myself ever further with powerful legs, gathering them up beside me before I push off. For a split-second each time, I fly. A lone fly dozes overhead, catching my attention as the rays of light filtering through the canopy glimmer off its shimmering body. The chase begins, the promise of a meal driving me full speed ahead. I dash across the ground, tongue lashing to try and catch my wayward meal, but to no avail. Still the fly hangs ahead of me, taunting me as it’s translucent wings carry it further and further from…
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Staring Contests
I am being watched. Constantly. There are whispers and hushed voices and the never ending feeling of being watched. No, I haven’t finally lost it (though the mosquito population is doing its best to see that I do), I actually am being stared at all the time. Tortuga is in the jungle, a small village tucked away near the Costa Rican border. With such a small population, everyone knows everyone else, and they definitely don’t see tourists here often.
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I was due.
In the few years that I’ve been able to call myself an “international traveller,” I have been one of the lucky few to never have had anything stolen. I always knew I was lucky, because no matter how careful or alert one might be, it only takes a second of distraction to have something end up out of your reach. Today, someone got me when I was distracted by the decision of putting my bags on top of the bus, or sitting on them inside the bus.
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Decidedly Restless
I found out yesterday I’m eligible for vacation pay. This is an entirely new experience for me and I’m really enjoying it. I think I must be benefitting off of the economic downturn. I left for a whole month back in November to bum around Peru. Now, in two weeks, I’m leaving for another month-long stay, this time in Nicaragua. Through these trips, I’ve kept my job just simply because there are enough people who work for the same company I do who are looking for extra hours and are more than willing to take my shifts until I come back.
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Goodbye, Pretty Bird.
When I was five, my parents brought home a new pet. It was a fluffy little lovebird with sharp chirps and an even sharper beak. She was the kind of bird you didn’t mess with, but kept gravitating towards because she was just so colourful. She was just a baby then and for whatever reason, she bonded with me. Lovebirds bond with one person in a household if they don’t have a member of their own species to bond with. Of all the people to choose from, this bird chose me. This June, she would have made it to twenty years old. In the wild, lovebirds live to be around…
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Epic Walks.
I spent most of the morning photographing lithics. I finally got my hands on a new piece of glass after the least one mysteriously broke. I say mysteriously, but I have some theories about it being an inside job. As in, inside my house. As in some member of my family. Either from the species Homo sapiens sapiens or Canis lupus familiaris. The pictures turned out pretty well and it seems like I’ve finally managed to balance the light adequately. It’s been pretty hard getting the light from the ring flash and the light from under the light table to match so there wasn’t flare around the artifact and the…
to see the world in a grain of sand.
