Monday, August 31, 2009


Some shots from a visit to a neighboring island.

Thursday, August 27, 2009


Named after Alexander Hamilton's Father, this is the last village on the north side of the island. There is a Fort that is at the end of the main road that winds along the water. Old British Canons jut out from the point projecting towards the sea, covered in rust these weapons were once used to fight the French for control of the island.

I like to walk through Hamilton in the evening. Around six o'clock the sun is just disappearing behind one of the many hills that make up Bequia. The light is soft, diffused through the particals in the atmosphere as it slowly gets darker. Many people are sitting outside, making fires, smoking, laughing, hanging laundry, and a few guys are playing soccer on a beach no larger then the boats that are mored in the harbor. The loud WAP of dominos hitting a board, as the player's hand slams one down taunting his opponents, seems to sift through doors onto the streets. A man is bathing his dog in the ocean, the water is clear and looks soft.

Most people are taking in the view. The golden light reflecting off the boats in the harbor seems to direct their gaze. Sitting on their porches as dusk slowly fades into the sea.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


Shot a wedding here. Here are two photos that I really like.

Joan And Jonathan

Today I went for a six mile walk. The day was hot, August is the hottest month here, and there was a lack of wind. I decided to push myself and see how long I could bare the heat before turning back. Equipped with a lack of a destination, my camera, and a liter and a half of water I set off. I returned home having met some new people.

I had been told by some one, coincidently, in New York that he (Chad Oliver) had grown up on Bequia. He told me all about his life down here and told me where his grandmother lived and how she had a little store which I had photographed. This shows how small the world is considering Bequia has a population of about 6,000 people, and New York has about 14 million people. So bumping into someone from Bequia in New York is like, I don't know discovering you have a twin brother at the age of 78, it just doesn't happen. Anyway today, on my walk to no where, I met Chad's grandmother.

I remembered where the store was that I had photographed, and as I passed by dripping with sweat I decided to divert my walk and see if she was around. I was immediately greeted by a barking dog, a small mutt with blond fur and clean white teeth. The dog created a lot of noise which in turn roused someone from the house who looked confused as to why a strange man was standing on her front lawn. I explained the circumstances that had brought me into this situation and she immediately understood whom I was referring to and why I found myself on her front lawn. She swatted at the dog who was barking continuously, and he scurried away behind a vehicle. I came inside and met Chad's grandmother, a sweet woman, who seemed to be in her late 70's. She was wearing a night gown and as she rose up from her day bed where she was watching an American sitcom from the 90's she asked who i was exactly.

Again I explained the situation that had brought me here and she was so happy to see me that she gave me a huge hug. Her name is Joan.



Visitor has left

I had an amazing visitor for the passed two weeks keeping me company here. Today she left. We had a great time exploring the island, and I took many beautiful photographs of her. These are mostly for her and her parents viewing pleasure.