Caye Caulker didn't have your typical big, sandy beach. In fact, it really didn't have what you would call a beach. There was sand, plenty of it, just not oriented really in a beachy way. Down at the Split part of the isle that I mentioned a few posts ago was were where most people congregated to swim and to sun themselves on this old, broken concrete bridge (?). I don't know who these two are, but be nice to them, please. They didn't know I was capturing their image on film.

Camera: Diana+ using Fuji PRO160S color film

News: I will be showing photos the month of February at Aurora Coffee in Virginia Highlands in Atlanta. The show is called 'Belize through a plastic lens'. Here's a view of the card: front, back.

The 2008 Photoblog Awards are underway.

Song of the day: 'The Underdog' by Spoon

Poem of the day:
'I PACE the sounding sea-beach and behold
How the voluminous billows roll and run,
Upheaving and subsiding, while the sun
Shines through their sheeted emerald far unrolled,
And the ninth wave, slow gathering fold by fold
All its loose-flowing garments into one,
Plunges upon the shore, and floods the dun
Pale reach of sands, and changes them to gold.
So in majestic cadence rise and fall
The mighty undulations of thy song,
O sightless bard, England’s Mæonides!
And ever and anon, high over all
Uplifted, a ninth wave superb and strong
Floods all the soul with its melodious seas.'
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 'Milton'

Posted on 27 January, 2008 (18)