The Americas
The sun rises burning like a bright flame Sugarloaf and sweet tropical breeze High above in the sky the early birds fly Petrels or halcyons of old seafarer legends The heat will soon dissolve the hazy fogs Leaving the tall cumulus white towers To stand guard over the horizon Photo Hugh Ardoin The America Gallery
The indigenous Guarani are the Princes without the land They roam the streets of Asunción, street vendors or plain homeless They bring to my memory this amazing book “Castaways” Written by Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca a Spanish Conquistador about his shipwrecks Around 1527 he was captured to subsequently escape from native tribes in what […]
Sitting with a large stock of ice and Coca Cola as the days narrows The street vendor relies on the weather to bring harried customers with the gringo fever Slowly edging out the traditional Maté the soft sugary bubbly drink is here to stay Even the road signs carry the iconic name the hundred years […]
A street vendor offers inflatable dreams Shapes of water to come in many colors The fantasy of the amphibian origins Rubbery and sleek awaiting the last puncture Will the latex save you from your impending deluge ? Photo Hugh Ardoin The Americas Gallery
Superman supersedes the traditional culture The new and old Hollywood Conquistadors Reaping the hearts and minds of the younger Pulp fiction heroes of alien values with jackboots One hundred years of solitude wins extensions Photo Hugh Ardoin The Americas Gallery
Watching nature’s show from the rooftop bar of a hotel The last fires of a tropical sky outline a hazy, almost hesitant skyline The city lights like many fireflies seem to dance over the city Ready to blast away in space and become the stars for tonight It is the hour when daydream changes into […]
The former school bus plays truant Stopped under a bridge away from the bus stop Something mechanical or gremlins in the fuel Like a runaway Picasso wannabee seeking instant celebrity Photo Hugh Ardoin The Americas Gallery
While we are sitting idle waiting for the Apocalypse The tide of our own garbage continues to rise The horsemen of Apocalypse will not be what we expect Here comes the recycling cart and his riders Too little, too late… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Americas Gallery
A tropical sunset needs only few words The skyline will change over the years But the sky changes everyday Yet it is the same to our eyes A photograph makes it both unique and generic Photo Hugh Ardoin The Americas Gallery
On the Bridge of Freedom coming from Paraguay’s duty free zone A biker called Jesus will give back to Caesar what belong to Caesar Or does he cross the bridge to get a handful of nails While the son of Simon drives all the way to the other bank Photo Hugh Ardoin The Americas Gallery