Bless Me

Beira, Mozambique

UCO

by Duda

Exploring Uco.

They come to be touched

by Duda

They repeatedly swam around to the walls that were lined with children and grown ups with outstretched hands ready to touch these creatures. OK, it's one of those "once in a life time", file in your "I've experienced it" memory bank, kind of thing. If you let them, they would suck your fingers too, which were followed by people squealing with fear/amusement.

The hideout

Livio de Morais, artist

To be a drop in the bucket.

What water does

BBC Photos

"For several weeks, waters from neighbouring countries have slowly filled Mozambique's Cahora Bassa Dam, forcing authorities to undertake a controlled release of surplus water, which combined with flood waters from the Zambezi's tributaries, has caused flooding over a huge expanse of land and forced 85,000 people to seek shelter on higher ground." - www.allafrica.com

Rua Fernao Veloso, Matacuane

The unpaved street. Hence my afinity for natural ground.

Lighting the way

by Duda

Urban development

by Duda

The building goes up.

Sparkles in the mouth

by Duda

Rice and vegetables, with a touch of Duda.
All things good. The spices - Ginger, Cumin, Tumeric - were mouth watering.

Outside my window

by Duda

Love

A recent archaeological finding. The eternal embrace.

The creative mind

Indian designer Manish Arora at London Fashion Week, London.

Be flexible

Loyalty to a petrified opinion never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul. - Mark Twain

In the morning ....

by Duda

The Sun rises and paints the sky.

In the beginning

Dad, Mom, Me - 1963

Beira, Mozambique

The Pampered Chef

by Duda

My mother taught me how to use a knife and my hands. It actually takes some determination to learn to use all the tools available at The Pampered Chef.

Giving

My gift from Kelli

Hand made

by Duda

I've been reading amazing blogs about baking, cooking, and sewing. I had to get my hands back into that groove myself. I had a free Saturday morning and had all the needed ingredients. The stars were aligned and I had little helpers too. So, voila. I substituted apple sauce for the oil in the cake. Yum.

Love of Angels

by Emmy Taylor

"Gandhi saw truth as something that is multifaceted and unable to be grasped in its entirety by any one individual. We all carry pieces of the truth, he believed, but we need the pieces of others’ truths in order to pursue the greater truth. This led him to a belief in the inherent worth of dialogue with opponents, and a sincere wish to understand their drives and motivations. On a practical level, willingness to listen to another's point of view is largely dependent on reciprocity. In order to be heard by one's opponents, one must also be prepared to listen." - Wikipedia