Friday, July 02, 2010

I just don't understand

How can an island with over 3 million people, measuring only 75 by 25 miles more or less,(when I wrote this I knew the measurements were off, so I put more or less and sure enough someone knew the right measurements)* not recycle? How is this possible? With space so limited, how is it possible that nothing is being done? When I think that these recycled materials: aluminum cans, plastics of all shapes and sizes, etc. could be kept out of a landfill and that new jobs could be created with this material that would be reused, I just can't figure this out! Why hasn't the government done something to get this rolling? When I lived in Guaynabo eons ago, we voluntarily recycled our cans and plastics once a week and my children also participated. I felt so good doing it, but now nothing! This is just not right!

Como es posible Puerto Rico?

* "Just a brief private note to tell you that Puerto Rico is 100 x 35 but this is only the main island. If you add the rest of the smaller islands that form our "archipiealago" then it is around 118 x 42." Gracias, Sarah!!!

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Light Pink Ginger





Flower of the day. Found in the most unlikely place: San Juan Municipal Police Station near la Avenida De Diego in San Francisco area of San Juan.

What was I doing there, right? Wouldn't you like to know?
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Monday, June 28, 2010

Sand shoes





Summer fashion in Maunabo, Puerto Rico.
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June 27th, 2010

Playa de Maunabo, Puerto Rico

After family left, I decided to go to the beach below…
As the dark trail opened to the beach
I discovered:

Terracota sand,
thundering waves,
enough people to feel safe but not crowded,
a bird hopping away on the beach flustered by my clicking camera

Then a solitary pelican hovering over the lime colored fronds of coconut palms.

What can be better?

Two succeeding pelicans
cruising perfectly side by side over el “palmar,”
into the sunset.
It’s so beautiful.

Then I sit down to reflect
and enjoy the constant ebb
and flow
of the waves
and the quietness

Apprehensive over the approaching knats
its almost time to go
when a cheerful bright yellow crab
popped its head out of the sand,
unexpectedly. I wasn’t ready and it
quickly hid away.

“God please let him come out again!”
but no praying or coaxing could get this
taciturn crab out again.

Only tiny blanched ones appeared
one by one. I waited and waited,
but no, it would not yield.

As I walked down the beach,
I washed the heavy sand off my feet
with the foamy waves and
looked carefully at
the beach vines when to my surprise
a cute yellow unabashed crab poised for my camera
Its minute black eyes looking up at me,
How unusual!
How like God to answer my prayer in an
unpredictable way, beyond my comprehension.

There was more. I walked on,
I saw a Zebra butterfly, then two
fluttering near a branch and then
a third, perfectly still,
getting its wings ready to fly.
Amazing…, just amazing.