It is not often that the reality of a place matches the romantic image that occupies my mind beforehand. How many times have I had my face fixed for a super view or for a charming village only to discover that Ronald McDonald had beat me there. This time, however, after a treetop jungle trip in the morning, our small tour of Costa Rica included a wonderful riverboat passage past thatched houses such as this. Monkeys and sloths skipped through the treetops barely touching the branches while the water was occupied by alligators, silvery fish and turtles.
Riding by on my scooter, I could only catch a fleeting sight of this busy little boatyard right on Hamilton Harbour. I went back and took a number of photos and used a line that has served me well. People are sometimes reluctant, possibly embarrassed, to have me take photos of their activity, so here is my approach. I say, “My brother-in-law thinks that he is a carpenter or painter, policeman or whatever, but I would like to take him a photo of what a real carpenter looks like.” A lie to be sure, but not an obvious one, I hope.
As I travel from time to time, I happen upon small, quirky things such as this burro painted on the wall of a pub in Mexico. This creative bit is as eccentric as the fast food restaurant in North Carolina built to resemble a woman’s skirt or the holes drilled in the fence surrounding a bar in Key West with its sign instructing the viewer to peer through to get a view of New York City.