In Plenary, Production on March 16, 2012 at 11:51 am
Across the rippled silver sand and down to the water, the sky vaulting above me and teeming with stars. I can see the band of moist sand before my feet get wet; a strip of shine where the waves wash in.
I’ve been to this spot before but not at this time. It’s a second viewing; the kind of revelatory glimpse of a place you only get once you’ve seen it a thousand times, and then see it anew. Out in front of me a succession of cargo ships navigate the Straits, twinkling like a chain of fairy lights.
Beyond them the fainter flickering of Tangier, its lighthouse and medina. And spanning my field of vision from the Isla de Palomas on my left to the huge dune up at Valdevaqueros on my right, the black Atlantic. Sand, water, lights; the world is made of these long horizontal layers and of the noise the waves make.
And of the vertical sky. Orion stands over me, high in the sky and dead ahead. When I first knew K we would stand out back of the house we shared in Dublin and I would point it out to her; Mintaka, Alnilam and Alnitak, the three stars of his belt; Hatsya, the tip of his sword. She would humor me by listening. It was the only constellation I could see from our yard that I could name. More
In Plenary, Practice, Presentation on April 5, 2011 at 9:41 am
I smell like holiday.
There have been warm days but today is hot. We’re on the roof in our sun chairs.
I’m wearing the year’s first pair of shorts and am trying to get some colour on my spindly white legs. I open my eyes and the world is bleached out like a photograph taken in the seventies.
The floor of the roof is green and everything else is blue or white apart from K’s maroon bikini.
I let out the same rasp of panicked hopelessness I let out every week at about this time. She puts her magazine down and looks at me, silently. I make my noise again.
“What is it?”, she asks, knowing what it is. More
In Practice, Production on October 2, 2010 at 4:42 pm
Regular readers (Hi K) aren’t going to believe this but on taking a stroll through the old town this past Saturday night I find myself confronted with what appears to be some kind of (have you guessed yet?) procession. A procession! I mean, come on! There is such a thing as overdoing things, you know.
I have a laptop with me and a photo to post so I just bypass the whole thing and make for my usual wifi enabled bar. At this stage I’m like, whatever, about these things.
I set myself up and when the waiter comes over with my beer (you should see this guy’s hair – he’s like Sly And The Family Stone in Spanish) I ask him what this one is in aid of. More
In Practice on September 3, 2010 at 6:25 pm
We’ve spoken about to-do lists already here at alotofwind.com. There are worse places to work your way through one than Tarifa in the province of Cadiz. The more attentive amongst you will have had a glimpse of our new home town by now at the photoblog. The rest of you, and you know who you are, may want to take a look now and update yourselves.
The first week has been one long to-do list. I’m talking bureaucracy. More