Bitten Hand
It has been raining heavily recently and I’m seeing more and more mosquitoes. I don’t like them. Unfortunately – they like me!
Cisterna Cover
Pinata!
Says it all really!
Handprint - San Salvador
I’m always curious about handprints and who they belong to. These were on the street near a rather large and glossy shopping mall in west San Salvador.
San Salvador does not have the have the best or happiest of reputations – so I was surprised to find that I had been wandering around it in happy ignorance for some weeks. There is probably a lesson there somewhere.
And shortly after I took this photo, I had fun with some street kids – so, there is probably a lesson there too.
Lake Ilopango, El Salvador
I don’t think I’ve posted this one before. If I have – and dare I say it – I am repeating myself, please attribute this to a fevered and possibly addled brain. There is lots of work on at the moment and I have to keep reminding myself what I should be doing from a check list.
This photograph reminds me of one of the dangers of photography, that you get so wrapped up in taking pictures that it becomes a barrier to the world around you. It also reminds me how powerful silence can be.
Right now it does all feel slightly unreal and I sometimes wonder if I was really there (a slightly over dramatic over stating there).
My Feet in the Pacific
This is from the first time I ever saw the Pacific Ocean. I had arrived in El Salvador a couple of days before and a couple of colleagues had taken us all to the beach, near La Libertad.
The sand was a dark volcanic brown, the surf and sun a dazzling white – My particularly bad camera of the time has burned the edges of my very white skin.
Feet in the Water
Lake Soyapango, 2007
I was with some friends. Drifting around the lake. It was beautiful. My proper camera had a flat battery (curses). So I used a really rubbish camera phone instead. Better than no picture (but not much).
When I look at pictures like this one, I wish I had spent more time outside San Salvador.
Leaf on Slab
San Salvador, August 2006
I’ve decided that there are two kinds of people in the world – those who photograph leaves – and those that don’t. I suppose I’m in the former group.
I had just arrived in El Salvador and discovered what real is like.
Night Dive on Lake Ilopango
El Salvador, 2007
I was just about to go on a night dive into Lake Ilogano. It was, pretty much how it looked. I remember losing sight of the person in front of me’s fins in all the algae and then suddenly, it was absolutely clear – and I could see all the way to the bottom (well, as far as my torch beam would reach). Later on I sat on a warm rcok on the bottom, while the others did some drills. I remember sitting watching them and my bubbles racing upwards and thinking,”This is pretty amazing”.
Leaves on Branch
2007
Most of the mountains and quite a few of the lakes in El Salvador are actually volcanoes. I remember sitting on a warm rock at the bottom of one such lake (Illyapango – if memory srves me) when I was learning to dive.
I took this picture halfway down another Salvadorian volcano – I’ve forgotten which.
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