Continuing on with some of our photographs from our workshop amongst the Mayan people in southern Belize through Same Place — Different View, it is always fun to review images and compare and contrast what Arnie and I have each done. Those of you who follow these blogs know that sometimes our approaches are completely different, and at other times, remarkably similar.

We were returning from one of our excursions, and as we neared the turn-off to the Lodge, we saw one of the chefs gathering material for a new roof. This is always a communal affair, as thatched roofs need to be replaced every five years, give or take.

There were a couple of people helping, but we were all struck by the strength it took to haul out bundles of fronds.

True to form, Arnie took the wider, journalistic view, giving a sense of the thick, inpenetrable snaggle of jungle. I, on the other hand, was struck by the graphics of the scene and accordingly, picked a different vantage point.

We get wonderful responses from our Same Place — Different View posts, that I thought we’d have a series from Belize. We already did the quick recap of most days in Belize, but this time, we’ll compare and contrast Arnie’s and my views.

In the first example, we were headed up into the foothills of the Mayan Mountains to explore a waterfall area. On the way, we both told Antonio, our guide, to stop. We love the Mayan children. They are at once shy, giggling, bold, and clamoring. The girls tended to be shyer.

Arnie captured this girl’s shyness as she peeked out from the safety of a tree. Putting her slightly out of focus added to her mystery, but did not diminish her slightly-tentative smile…

There are so many images I could put into a blog on Belize and Caye Caulker, but I’ll make this the last one in the Belize — A Photo Travelogue series. I’ll save more for a new Same Place — Different View series with images, of course, from Belize.

We were charmed by Caye Caulker, as those of you who have been following this blog know. We photographed every day, at all times of day. We kept revisiting scenes, as they always looked different.

For some reason, this building always captivated me. Perhaps it was the colors against the azure of the sea beyond…