Wednesday, August 16, 2006


The inability to accomplish, set goal in set time, usually yesterday. Is there ever enough time?

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Major Tom

Space Oddity
Ground control to major tom
Ground control to major tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground control to major tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may gods love be with you
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,
Four, three, two, one, liftoff
This is ground control to major tom
Youve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now its time to leave the capsule if you dare
This is major tom to ground control
Im stepping through the door
And Im floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

Evening Walk in San Diego

by Duda

Gaslamp Quarter

Saturday, August 12, 2006

She brings me home

In a round about way... She goes where I don't dare go, just yet. Kelli visits Beira. I feel more connected.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Are you fragile?

There is fragility in the details of this creation. This would be the opposite of what a palm tree represents

Monday, August 07, 2006

A pasta - The bag

by Duda

I love them. Bags, organizers, purses. The bigger the better. My father was a fan of office type stuff, but it was all in forbidden land as far as I was concerned. I loved looking at his treasures. I have some of them now.
My bags are usually brown, big enough to carry a notebook and a book, maybe a magazine, my camera, crayons, one or two stuffed animals, pens, pencils, and last but just as important, some crushed cookies that my young one could not bear to throw away. Bags are carriers of knowledge - don't ask me to explain this.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

They are majestic

by Duda
San Diego, CA

by Duda
San Diego, CA

by Duda
San Diego, CA

by Duda

Saturday, August 05, 2006

The staircase that my feet never touched

by another someone

Liceu Pero de Anaia, Beira, Mozambique
While in 6th grade, I eagerly awaited my turn at the "liceu". I never made it there, we left Mozambique instead. I have been able to see what my feet never touched through pictures others have taken.

Thursday, August 03, 2006


by Duda

On site science class - "snails are cool, they fizz when they are mad!"

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Noticias da Beira

by a newspaper photographer
Beira, Mozambique in the early 1970s
That's my Dad. I am now reading a book written by a reporter that worked for this newspaper during the same time period as my father. I find myself working on a puzzle, where I can see what was going on in Beira in this decade, from my father's perspective. He never did share much of what went on, including the dire situation we about to find ourselves in. I have seen pictures of his workplace and I can imagine the conversations that took place there. I remember listening to political discussions he had with his peers even if I could not see what he saw. I envied his access to the world beyong Matacuane, and I have been on a mission to piece together my history in Mozambique.

San Diego - a feast for the eyes

by Duda
Seaport Village