Rio If I was going to run away and hide from the world,  I just might pick Rio de Janeiro. A certain casualness and realness with an unmatchable landscape/seascape.  I had booked enough nights here to relax and explore areas  off the guided tours path. Terry and Kim on Rua Bolivar. I had an roommate in the 1980s that fell in love with Rio  and moved there.  Have not heard from him in years. I imagined running into him on Copacabana Beach. Terry and Dad 1961 in Santa Teresa The old neighborhood of Santa Teresa was a place of deep reflection and history. Would loved to have had more time to wander these steep streets. Perhaps another time. The last day there was beautiful. Perfect weather and time to think about just how fortunate I am to have been able to spend a week here. I can only hope that someone encounters my photographs and takes a few moments to slow down, reflect and breath.

   A day at sea I have a problem relaxing.  It usually takes 4 days away from my day-to-day to be able to slightly let go. This trip proved to be no exception. After a day at sea we arrived to Montevideo. A spotless town even when rain drenched. I envisioned a life in this small country. A country very forward thinking...and acting. Terry crying (1964) I left a photograph here, near the port, in the afternoon rain. A return to the ship and the following day an early morning arrival to Buenos Aires. I had always imagined how wonderful this South American mega city would be. With her endless boulevards and parks, Buenos Aires is vast.  Terry in first grade (1967) It was here that we visited the art museum, MALBA.  It was here that I encountered a painting by Antonio Berni that made me weep.  That has only happened twice before. Manifestacion (1934), Antonio Berni The following day we were invited to the home of Mirta Toledo.  I would be curating a show f...

To the bottom of the world and heading back north We made it around the tip of South America and arrived at the Falkland Islands. Being so close to Antartica brought on unexpected feelings of being on the edge of earth and wanting to go further. I have never had a desire to visit Antartica before today. Perhaps it was all the refrigerator magnets and sweatshirts at all the shops of Ashuaia, Argentina. Somehow the idea of isolation and detachment has become more desirable.  Something to consider.  The Falkland Islands have been a land of wars and uprisings for generations. The strategic location has been coveted by many countries.  Port Stanley, a small town of 3,600 is her capitol and a simple place with more people than trees and many more penguins than people. This is their world. The simple architecture and a handful of gifts shops anxiously await the next cruise ship's arrival which doubles the population if only for a day. It was on a simple hillside that I left a ph...