Always looking for good light…
It has been a while since I have written anything, much less posted an article to this blog. Call me a slacker, a habitual procrastinator or better yet a serial creative. My creative energies move from one outlet to the next. I was recently asked to read some of my …
Black and white photography has been a popular artistic medium since the beginning of photography. It has a unique way of capturing the essence of a moment and creating timeless and classic images. In portraiture, black and white photography has the power to convey emotion, highlight contrast and texture, and …
For the 100 millionth time, it has a happened again. And we know yet again because we are now able to record these heinous injustices. It seems not even a pandemic can stop hatred from bubbling to the top, duly followed by the outrage, mines included. This affects people on …
So here I am again, it’s 3 am in the morning and my thoughts seem to coagulate at this hour and somehow wake me out of my sleep. As the title of this blog claims, I am always searching for good light. A reference to my love for photography intertwined …
Image by Yannis Papanastasopoulos from Unsplash I’m in a mood tonight so I wrote this… I really miss my back steps right now. Undoubtedly the most peaceful place in my childhood home for me. There was nothing particularly special about the steps. Typical concrete steps, Trinidadian in flavor but unpainted. …
Rabs Immortelle was the name of the little Mas band from Belmont that my friends and I as young fellows would meet for what we in Trinidad call a last lap. After gallivanting through out Port of Spain on Carnival Tuesday we would make it our business to seek out …
I wrote many years ago in one of my spoken word pieces that my accent is like a potpourri of exercises in colonization left unfinished forever branded on the cusp of my tongue. An offspring of this little island called Trinidad where our culture is indeed a potpourri of cultures, …
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I remembered a time when I would jump on my ten speed bike and ride through Belmont. My grandmother bought me one here in the US and I took it back home to Trinidad. I vaguely remember my father having to wait for what seemed like an eternity to have …
I fancy myself the pretty okay writer when I do choose to write. So, in the process of trying to build a business in today’s market I decided many years ago to venture into the landscape of blogging. Why? Well from all the reading that I have done it seems …
There was a time I would write almost everyday about almost anything. I slept with a notebook at my bedside for those moments in the wee hours of the morning when inspiration hits. A line or two would wake me up and I soon understood that not writing it down …
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