At our condo on Caye Caulker, the Internet is available when the office is open: nine to five. I write my blog at night, then publish it in the morning. I clicked the “Publish” button yesterday morning, only to receive one of those ominous “cannot connect” error messages. Arghhh!

“The electricity just went off,” reported Arnie.

That’s one of the vagaries of travel; you never quite know what might happen when. Our place never got a notice from the electric company that they were going to do some repair work. Ah well…

I woke up early and sat on our little terrace to read until the light got interesting, then went out photographing.

As the sun rose, it made dancing reflections on the water. All too soon, it dissipated, and the day started in earnest. People started riding by on bicycles on their way to work; dogs trotted off to some important destination; the Ospreys left their nest above us in search of food; a Rasta-man sang nearby.

A bit later, we headed down the street— a sandy road, really — for breakfast. Freshly-squeezed orange juice and a veggie omelet for me. OJ and an island bagel for Arnie. A papaya-and-pineapple smoothie for my sister-in-law.

What I love about this small island is that if they run out of something, such as fresh pineapple, they pop across the street to any one of several small Chinese grocery stores and get a couple more. One of our first mornings back here, the restaurant had run out of oranges. No worries, Mon! In five minutes, our waiter was back with quite a few, and my OJ appeared shortly thereafter.

We did our usual wandering along the sandy roads, cameras in hand, stopping for this or that photograph. Around midday, we headed down to The Lazy Lizard for lunch.

As I was waiting to place our order, a small person caught my eye. It was clear that she wished to sit on the high seat next to me at the bar, and so I bent down and swung her up. It was also clear that she was here often, so I suspected that one or both of her parents worked here.

She was fascinated by my old, Southwestern bracelets and Ketchi basket earrings. She giggled when I wiggled my nose like an agouti, the Belizian version of a rabbit. Full of questions, she was a regular little chatterbox, and as you can see, a bit of a ham, too. As I found out, her mother worked in the kitchen, and so apparently, I was the entertainment for the nonce.

Wandering the back lanes, Arnie and I passed several houses painted in assorted variations of green and pink. I have long been photographing windows and doors. I think the first one I did was when I was 12, give or take.

Sure, many others have made images of these, too, but I still like them and will continue to photograph ones that speak to me.

Sometimes, it is the weathered nature of the subject. Other times, it might be the color or color combination.

Architectural details often grab my attention.

In this case, it was the gently dappled light, along with the faded pink and still-bright green.

Abstracts are fun, too. This particular photograph is one I have been wanting to make since we arrived back “on island,” as the locals say. The textures appealed to me.

We’d pass by, and the light was too bright, or the shadows too contrasty, or the light too dull. Finally, late in the afternoon, it was finally right for my taste.

Any guesses out there as to what this might be? Give it a try!

Tomorrow, we leave. It has been a great trip, both with the workshop in Toledo and our time on Caye Caulker where Arnie and I have made a number of new images for our exhibition. Now comes the tough part. We’ll have to see which of the new ones we’ll add and which of the original choices will go. Decisions, decisions!

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