From the archive

Stretching for Light

Pause for Reflection

Crossing Over

The old and the new
All appeared new, and strange at first, inexpressibly rare and delightful and beautiful.
I was a little stranger, which at my entrance into the world was saluted and surrounded with innumerable toys.
My knowledge was divine.
Thomas Traherne, Centuries of Meditations, Third Century

Cuba Lives

Stars in the Sand

The Unknown Path

Ripples in Time

The Revolution