wayfaringwordhack: (footprint in the sand)

No one minds another gecko picture, do they? Especially considering that in 20 days there will be no more. The little critters are a big thing I'm going to miss about Mayotte. I love watching them, and I smile every time I see one in the house.

As you can see, [livejournal.com profile] kmkibble75 , no gecko porn this morn. You are safe.

wayfaringwordhack: (maki - my what orange eyes you have)
A glimpse from Mount Benara. I spotted this hawk at the beginning of our hike. He paid us no mind as he was in the middle of tracking prey. He swooped into the leaf litter on the other side of the path just after I took this shot, but he came up empty-clawed. I sent our guidebook off in the shipping container and can't remember the exact name of this fellow off the top of my head. If my google-foo has not failed me, I believe it is a Frances' goshawk (or sparrowhawk).

wayfaringwordhack: (maki - my what orange eyes you have)
Autumn on my mind. Maybe because we are moving into the heart of our dry season, and the days are getting cooler. Maybe because I'm already imagining the splendid fall colors we are going to see during our trip to New England. For whatever reason, when I look at these photos, my heart warms with memories of brisk air and the smell of chimney smoke and  fallen leaves and...I could go on and on . Approaching summer as the rest of you are, perhaps you don't want to be thinking of autumn yet. 

But you do; oh, you do. 
fleur  pumpkinesque

feuille aflame
wayfaringwordhack: (maki2)
In hopes that this brings lemur-spotting luck and not a jinx, I give you two maki pictures from Mayotte. I don't see these little critters all the time--mostly because they have been decimated on Petite Terre by the Mahorais who didn't appreciate them "stealing" their bananas--but I'm sure going to miss having the possibility of going to see them whenever the fancy strikes me.


wayfaringwordhack: (palmier)

Sometimes, sticking to familiar routes as I am wont to do, I forget that Mayotte is filled with people living in misery. This photo is hardly pretty in any sense, and I admit to feeling guilty while taking it, hence the cluttered view. I didn't want to walk around, squat, lean, or in any other way look for a better vantage point from which to snap the shot.

"Homes" in Mamoudzou, capital city of Mayotte.
wayfaringwordhack: (footprint in the sand)
 Subtitle: Better Late Than Never.

This photo is courtesy of my wonderful husband. That bright red cheers my day, and the homemade popsicle reminds me of simple childhood delights. Hope it brings joy and technicolor memories to your day, too.

If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children, I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life as an unfailing antidote against the boredom and disenchantments of later years, the sterile preoccupation with things that are artificial, the alienation from the sources of our strength.--Rachel Carson

wayfaringwordhack: (droplets)
 Thankfully it rained yesterday afternoon, hard enough for Julien and me to "shower" in the backyard.

And thankfully, I woke to the sound of running water this morning. One of us forgot to turn off the tap in the bathroom sink, and the noise woke me around 8:15. Those utilities folk may end their days early, but apparently they start them early, too.

In celebration, let's have a water photo, shall we? We'll call it our glimpse of the week.

Oh, you wanted to see what made those splashes. :D

I feel so cool now that I've actually photographed dolphins myself. :P
wayfaringwordhack: (maki - tasty)
 Every year, starting around the new year, bouenis set out their tiny grills, fill them with charcoal chips, and roast whole ears of corn. The smell is delicious and terribly tempting. I succumbed once, the first year we were here, and bought one. 


Anyone else grow up on a farm? Anyone else ever eat field corn? You know, the kind meant for livestock? Yeah, that's what they roast and sell. Without salt or pepper or butter.  Still, I often wonder as I walk by, do I risk my 50 centimes on the chance that, this time, it might be better?

A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner.--Samuel Johnson
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I rarely, if ever, post them, but I love to take graphic macro photos. I love the texture and mystery of them.

Here is one from N'gouja beach, when I was having fun experimenting with my new lens, my lens which, I might add, takes macros to another level compared to what I could achieve before.


Since my earliest childhood a barb of sorrow has lodged in my heart. As long as it stays I am ironic -- if it is pulled out I shall die.”-- Soren Kierkegaard
wayfaringwordhack: (footprint in the sand)

Mayotte has no Toys 'R Us, no aisle after aisle through shelves crammed with toys, even in the larger stores; so kids make do with what they can. Tire-less bicycle wheels are a big favorite. But there aren't always enough to go around:

The meaning of the Street in all ways and at all times is the need for sharing life with others and the search for community.~~Virginia Hamilton
wayfaringwordhack: (gecko)
Little man of the house-down-the-street, out checking to see if the laundry had dried. I could have told him the answer was no, not with the big rain that had ended not a half hour before.

Perhaps I shall do a "what I'll miss about Mayotte" post soon, and if I do, I can assure you that poorly-dried laundry, smelling forever of mold, will not be on it.

Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence in society.~~Mark Twain.

Hmmm, who's going to tell that to the poor boy? Shall I?
wayfaringwordhack: (sail away)

I haven't been posting photos lately because we still haven't recovered the hard drive where all of them are stored. We have some fantastically lovely ones (landscapes and portraits) from my brother-in-law and future sister-in-law's visit, but they are on J's MacBook.

So, I give you experiments with my new lens. These were taken on Sunday, at Musical Beach. Unfortunately, I took so many flora pics, I had no more batteries left for the race or, sadly, for the grand finish.

Lazy sod that I am, I'm not going downstairs to look in my field guide to find the name of these pretties. Both photos are of the same flower species that grow on a tree on the beach. They are butter yellow when they open and turn a mellow pinky-orange when ready to fall off the tree.

Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.

-- Stanislaw J. Lec
wayfaringwordhack: (sail away)

A new neighborhood means new faces. This girl saw me photographing fern fronds in the ravine next to our house and asked me to take her picture. The next day, she asked [livejournal.com profile] mana_trini  if I was home because she wanted me to come down and photograph her and her sister.  Not shy, this one! The light was much better than the first day, and I was able to get this warm portrait.

Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. —Helen Keller

wayfaringwordhack: (sail away)

I went out on the boat today with [livejournal.com profile] mana_trini  and a friend to pilot for them while they spearfished. The morning was overcast, giving me this moody glimpse of Petite Terre's marina. After passing through a tiny patch of rain, we had fantastically blue skies and gorgeous aquamarine water. We even saw two dolphins calmly breaking the surface not far off. Alas, I was sick and could enjoy none of it. I fed the fishes no less than three times and forced the boys back into the boat before J caught anything.

a panorama lurks beneath )

wayfaringwordhack: (bosch flying fish)
The moon is once more setting in a place and at a time where I can see it. As Julien observed, it is odd to have the crescent at the top and bottom of the moon, instead of on the side.* Julien explained a few things about the camera--I've told you all before that I'm a camera dummy, and what he tells me tends to go in one ear and out the other--and then turned me loose to photograph to my hear's content. I stood in the street for an hour at least, tracking the moon's descent and experimenting with speeds, etc. I got this wonderful dramatic lighting (using the bracketing feature) just as the moon was ready to disappear behind Mont de la Ferme.

Ramadan Moon

* Not having the crescents to the right or left renders the French "la lune est une menteuse" [the moon is a liar] obsolete, a mnemonic device to tell the phase of the moon. When the moon makes a D (open to the left), it is waxing (croît, or growing, in French); and when it makes a C, it is waning (decroît).

wayfaringwordhack: (chameleon)

Ha! Now that I know to look for the chameleon in the avocado tree, I found him again this morning, and camera in hand, I set out--or rather sat in the window--to get a photo worthy of a glimpse. Alas, it shall not be a high-quality pic because he was at the top of the tree, and my window is on the ground floor; we don't have any on that side of the house on the top floor. So here he is, zoomed to the max. (We need better lenses. :-/ )

Conversation with [profile] mana_trini following the first sighting:

Me: I saw a chameleon in the garden today! ::bounces:: But I didn't get to take a picture because there weren't any batteries in the camera.
He: But they're on the desk, right by the camera.
Boring discussion ensues about batteries, in which the wubs is declared to be in the right.
Me: I sat in the garden for half an hour trying to catch another glimpse of it. No luck, but I did see it's droppings, so I--
He: Oh, do they change color, too?

wayfaringwordhack: (bosch flying fish)
[profile] mana_trini took these photos while at work. He really does "work," too, you know, not just photograph the environs, but from my posts, you might not believe it. This little fellow is called a paille-en-queue, literally "straw for a tail." I love to lie on the beach and watch them swoop and glide overhead.

And once he got settled:

 “Let me be a free man. Free to travel. Free to stop. Free to work.  Free to choose my own teachers. Free to follow the religion of my fathers. Free to think and talk and act for myself.  Chief Joseph Nez Perce Tribe


Yeah, free as a bird...

wayfaringwordhack: (thé)
A sunset snapped in panoramic (and power-line) glory from our balcony. I don't think I wax poetic often enough about sunsets, and given the spiritual uplifting I experience when witness to a particularly lovely one, that's rather surprising. I guess part of that is because it's been a while--years in fact--since I've seen a breathtaking one. No sun-bathed hues I've seen in France or even in tropical locations like the Maldives or Mayotte can compete with the magnificence of the sunsets I stopped work and play to enjoy in Texas and New Mexico. The paradisiac locales lack the necessary dirt in the air. *g* Sorry about the wideness of the photo, but I made it as small as I reasonably could. :P

Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of sunset. Sunsets are quite old fashioned.... To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on. --Vivian, a personage created by Oscar Wilde*

*Vivian is a twit. I heart Wilde.
wayfaringwordhack: (Default)

Mtsamboro, the third largest island in the lagoon, as seen from the southwest. The island has neither running water nor electricity, so there are only a few huts on it, mostly farmers who pass their time cultivating bananas and citrus fruits, namely tangerines, oranges, and grapefruits. Photo taken by [profile] mana_trini from a helicopter.

"People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the seas, at the long course of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars, and yet they pass by themselves without wondering." St. Augustine, 354 430
wayfaringwordhack: (Default)
A twofold glimpse today. First the more personal one: The house is packed, except the shower stuff, the contents of the fridge and freezer, and the cleaning products. The cleaning is underway but far from being finished. I just want to get the worst of it now, and I'll worry about the real clean-up after the house is empty. Claire called; the keys are with the landlord. As of 8am tomorrow, [profile] mana_trini  and I will no longer live here. No idea as to when we'll get the phone/net up running in the new place, so that means I probably won't be able to keep up with my flist. If you have something I need to know, you can comment here or email me.

And now for the glimpse of Mayotte, in keeping with the unofficial theme of J's work. This is one of the saddest glimpses there is I'm afraid, and the posting of these pictures is timely because we just heard on the news that a boat carrying illegal immigrants has sunk off the coast of Mayotte. So far there are six survivors who have been found out of the +/- 26 on board.

ETA: At least 6 people have been found dead. The count on the people in the boat was last given as being at least 30, and the gendarmes and legionnaires are still out looking for survivors. J doesn't know why he wasn't called in to help look or why the PAF (his branch of the police) hasn't been cited in the news reports on the tragedy.

(Taken by one of J's colleagues from the police helicopter). That's a Gendarmerie boat (military police) stopping the kwasa-kwasa.

(Taken by one of J's colleagues) The horrifying thing about this photo is that there are *never* kwasa-kwasas that come over with only men , and it's extremely, extremely rare to hear of one with less than 20 people aboard.


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