During the day, from early morning when it gets light enough to late afternoon when the shade blocks out the interesting light, Arnie and I have been adding to our photographs for our exhibition next summer, Tropical Impressions from Belize, for those who are new to this blog. We are understandably not showing them here until after the show ends in July.

And for those of you who will be in North Carolina or southern Virginia, let us know, and we’ll send you an invitation to the reception July 14, Bastille Day. Considering that where we’ve been in Belize, a number of people speak Creole with a French infusion, that seems appropriate.

So, when the light no longer glows on our exhibition matter, we head to the west side of the island for the sunset. Sunsets can be a dime a dozen, but we always try to make ours different.

The images you see in the blog were all made within an hour of one another, but what a difference that hour can make.

As a sailor who has not recently had the opportunity to feel the sea breezes in my face and hear the lap of the waves on the hull, I am always looking at the water and the patterns on it…

OK, OK, I’ve been a sloth. For the past two weeks, or nearly so, there has been a daily blog on Belize from this quarter. When we got to Caye Caulker on Sunday, however, I “went splat.” “Went splat,” you ask? I have an expression, “to go splat” which means to utterly relax.

I’ve done a few photographs, as you will see here. This one was late our first afternoon. The sun had pretty much gone down on the east side of Caye Caulker, but it was still high enough to shine on this traditional Belizian sailboat.

We had a fantastic time with our participants, but with the blog and inquiries on the workshops, I rarely got to bed before 12:30 after my shower. With the oft-recalcitrant nature of the Internet at Cotton Tree Lodge, I couldn’t always upload our blog, so I’d get up early in the morning, usually 5:30 or so to return to the main communal, thatched cabana at the Lodge when the Internet was fresh for the day.

People would jokingly asked if I had even gone to bed, as I was in the same position when they came for breakfast as I was after they had …

Today was another full day, starting with the market in Punta Gorda — “PG” as some of the locals call it — and ending with Abelina and Juan’s chocolate around the corner from the Lodge. In between, we had lunch with Gomier at his wonderful veggie-and-fish restaurant in PG, dropped off two of our participants who had to leave a half a day early at the airport, and watched Andrea make pottery the way her grandmother taught her last year shortly before she died.

It was the birthday of one of our participants today, so dinner was a little more leisurely than normal, not that we ever rush through dinner. Then, there was imaging, the daily critique, and exporting the daily picks and what we call the Purple People Eaters onto a stick for our Students’ Gallery that will go up in another week or so.

We have to finish packing for an early-ish departure for Caye Caulker, so this will be …