DREAMS OF A WISTFUL NOMAD By Paul Crask the nomad I don’t understand what any of this means. The open plain looks far more attractive to me than the dark valley and the town, but I need a hot meal,… Continue Reading
Spent the night on the beach at Rosalie Bay hoping to see a giant leatherback turtle come ashore to lay her eggs. No luck. But it was worth it for the sunrise.
DREAMS OF A WISTFUL NOMAD By Paul Crask the nomad Nestled on the brow of the grassy hill was a cemetery whose weathered headstones had been ground smooth by both the passage of time and the bluster of the seasonal… Continue Reading
Enjoyed a cold beer with Irma while a peaceful Atlantic lapped against the deserted Batibou shoreline and the late afternoon sun stole away to the west.
Some photos I took of the Pointe Baptiste coastline yesterday.
The moon over Roseau and the Caribbean Sea on a showery April evening. My neighbour returns home on his motor scooter.
I enjoyed some good company on the Jacko Steps trail today and had the bonus of meeting up with my old friend, Eunace, along the way. “I thought you may have forgotten me,” I said. “I haven’t seen you this… Continue Reading
Aunty Joan and her neighbour Agnes live in the sleepy village of Delices on the south east coast of Dominica. Set against a backdrop of rainforest-covered mountains, their gardens are magical places, linked by a network of labrynthine tracks that… Continue Reading