Imagine large basins filled with frothy, lumpy liquid, think cottage cheese or maybe plaster. You see this stuff in markets everywhere in Oaxaca and for many years I stopped to
Was I really sitting on a mattress in the back of a small truck travelling along a pot-holed stretch of highway in rural southern Mexico? With people I barely knew?
More about markets and some Spanish words to challenge you on this very stormy Monday in Saskatchewan. The temperature has dropped suddenly, houses across the street are blurry shapes in
(There's no room in this caboose for TV journalists and doctors talking endlessly about Covid numbers. I'm sticking with my trusty iphoto collection for my diversion.
Every December 11 a long line of parents, grandparents and little children wait with incredible patience at the door of the Templo de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe, the church beside
Most of my Caboose posts are from the archives but not this one. Our first flight in the era of Covid took us last weekend to visit our delightful granddaughter
Oohh, such lovely watercolours! The style is fresh and full of light. The colours are pure and expressive.
I like the happy spontaneous look, no need to be restricted by