This entry is part 8 of 16 in the series Postcards from a Conquistador


Poem: 'Because we appeared to have come from where the ocean meets the sky, the Indians thought we were emissaries of the sun. They'll believe anything, these infidels.'

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  1. I like this series, Dave, very mysterious, enigmatic words and lovely images. This image may be my favourite so far.


  2. Oh, you like this one? Cool. I worked on it for such a long time today that I reached a point where I could no longer tell whether it was any good or not.


  3. This is one of my favourites – words and image.
    Love the way the shadows fall across the
    circular patterns.


  4. It really is an amazing pattern – like an Aztec sun or shield. Nice choice for the poetry.


  5. Thanks. As you may have intuited, it was made by a leaf, trapped by its stem in an icy layer underneath the powder.


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