Espresso Xing Sign at Cafetenango
One of the things I enjoy very much of visiting my dear friend Pascu, manager of Antigua Canopy Tours, is having a …
Handmade Sign from Antigua Guatemala — Café La Parada
We finish this week’s mini series on handmade signs of Antigua Guatemala with a wider perspective that includes the sign of Café La Parada and a coffee lover enjoying one of the espressos one can have in our charming town.
Calle del Obispo Marroquín Sign
I was very impressed to find out many of you knew about the original street name signs and also knew where they …
Instituto Normal para Señoritas Olimpia Leal Sign
More than once I have explained my method of taking photographs around La Antigua Guatemala. Back in April 23rd, 207, I explained …
Transnational: Put a tiger in your tank… which tank?
The slogan for Esso is Put a tiger in your tank; here with a twist. Esso is one of the brands of …
Antigua Photo Walks: Portraits of Antigüeños
Another thing that I encourage during the street photography walks around Antigua Guatemala is to capture portraits of strangers, intimate portraits whenever …
The Morning the Romans Arrived in La Antigua
At 3:30 in the morning and by the light of the full moon as the rooster crowed a couple times, my husband …
The War of the Worlds
Play this song before continuing: We know now that in the early years of the twentieth century this world was being watched …
The Loud Voices of the Guatemalan Writers of the Post-War
L-R: Ronald Flores, Ana María Rodas, Javier Payeras, Julio Serrano, Francisco Alejandro Méndez As I have shared with you, last Saturday I …
Theme Day: One Way to the Decisive Moment
As I negotiated my acrobatic skills over the stone, looked back so I don’t get ran over or splashed by one of the uncivilized drivers, looked at the camera so I don’t ruin it with the running dirty water, composed the shot to include both elements, I took a couple of shots to get the best composition. As I was ready to put away the camera and moved away from the center of the street because two vehicles were using their horns to alert me that they were close and they had no mercy; this lady entered the frame; I did see her with my own eyes as I was looking down to the twist-out viewfinder paralleled to the floor; I had but fleeing second to take the shot and this fraction of a second my mind went through all countless photographs warehoused in my memory so fast that I must remember over thousand images until my brain did a full stop at one my favorite images ever: The Decisive Moment by Henri Cartier-Bresson. With that image in my head, I pressed the shutter release. Next, I pulled away from the centre of the street just in time as the vehicle behind me went by making a big splash (I did not get wet), pulled my eye sight to see that the lady did not fall and was already walking away in the opposite direction.