I found this much-played-with doll of my youth stuffed into a suitcase at my niece’s house. She had found it in my sister’s attic. I thought it had been lost forty years ago when a tornado hit my parent’s house. Unbeknownst to me, my sister had removed our old toys before the tornado hit. She’s a bit the worst for wear after being played with by two more generations of little girls after me, but her hair, in time’s dreadlocks, looks more up to date than her former perfect curls.
From Talavera pottery to still life with green strainer, the photos below depict the countertops, cupboards and drawers of my kitchen—except for the Pre-Columbian large platter that hangs outside on the wall of my front patio.
On the west coast of Mexico, sunset is indeed a golden experience. I especially like the way the ocean tides reflect the colors of the sunsets. You’ll need to click on the first photo to see these all in a larger size and in better detail.