Everyone Who Drinks Is Not A Poet. Maybe Some Folks Drink Because They’re Not Poets

Vinyard Cottage And The Sea Grape Tree
Vinyard Cottage And The Sea Grape Tree

In greener times in 2012, my morning ritual was to pop my sandals on, cook up some bacon & eggs, and sit outside on the stone steps to the cottage, and this view was typical on stormy mornings that would always turn out to be sunny by early afternoon. I’d type a little of my story out on the iPad and inhale the fresh air. It didn’t suck.

Living At Risk Is Jumping Off The Cliff And Building Your Wings On The Way Down

East Dropoff, Windwardside, Saba, Dutch Caribbean
East Dropoff, Windwardside, Saba, Dutch Caribbean

Oh, I loves me the Ray Bradbury quote that makes up this blogpost subject line. I’d like to think that the four month sabbatical I took on Saba and the months around it comprise a crossroads of sorts, and after a few discussions with my closest friends, it certainly has that possibility.

It’s not that easy to get to the dropoff in this picture, due to the dense vegetation that surrounds the occupied core of Windwardside village. You have to ramble down the winding rolling Road until you get to the English Quarter (the eastern settlement side of Windwardside), where you can make some cut throughs or paths you can take OR you have to have friends in cottages perched on the tops of the cliffs, which are many, relative to the general population. Regardless, the views from virtually anywhere in Windwardside range from the benign to the spectacular, typical of this l’il island that could.

Your Heartbeat Is Music That Assures You Will Survive Even When The Whole World Leaves You Alone

Victor and His House, Saba, Dutch Caribbean
Victor and His House, Saba, Dutch Caribbean

Victor is a well known face to Saban locals, hitching rides back and forth between his house in St John’s (shown here), The Bottom, and Windwardside. He’s related to Eddie Hassell of Swinging Doors back through generations, and he has an fascinating history on Saba that’s a story in itself, tangled up in dark mystery and rumors, and a long stint in a mental home (he’s been out for many years). I got the sense that the island looks after Victor in a subtle way. In all my conversations with him–and there were many–I never found him the least bit violent, odd or strange. He’s a very low key fellow, smiling and generally happy, remarkably articulate in one on one conversation, friendly, and openly talks about his past if asked. The one memory he does continue to bring up is that of a lost love he had and was engaged to marry, only to have it dissolve through events out of his control. Of course, all of this is his recollection, but I tended to believe him, as he was remarkably consistent on the details. Victor’s house sits below Thais Hill, at the start of the switchbacks that descend to The Bottom. If you visit Saba, you are almost certain to run into him…wave and say hi, and he will wave back, as so many friendly Sabans will.

Raincloud Horizon On A Saban Easter

Raincloud Horizon, Saba, Dutch Caribbean
Raincloud Horizon, Saba, Dutch Caribbean

As readers of my blog know, Saba has been in a drought condition for quite a while. The day I left the island, it was raining steadily on Easter Sunday, as it had the day before, some respite to the parched little Caribbean isle. I snapped my last shots from the balcony of Tricia and Michael Chammaa’s apartments in Lower Hell’s Gate, and managed to get this gorgeous and dramatic horizon.

Here’s to many more rainy days like this for my Saban friends. April showers and all that good stuff.

The Cottage That Glows Twice As Bright Glimmers Half As Long

Saban Architecture, Windwardside, Saba, Dutch Caribbean
Saban Architecture, Windwardside, Saba, Dutch Caribbean

This is a full sized repost of this shot taken on the steep ascent to The Level, looking back down at the main strip of Windwardside. The long lens zoom shot flattens out dimensional space, and perfectly captures Saban architecture at its most charming, including the Catholic Church.

All Good Cottages Must Come To A Decent End…Or Do They?

Windwardside Cottage
Windwardside Cottage

Someone always knows who the owner of a local cottage is…but not me. Still..something about this simple Saban cottage in WIndwardside typifies the lovely architecture. Enjoy. PIctures that make my quality cut are dwindling down…not much left. So enjoy these gems while you can 🙂

Chaz

Amazon Michael In The Avocado Jungle Of Death

Irish Michael McAuliffe At The Entryway For El Momo Cottages As Mt Scenery Looms Above
Irish Michael McAuliffe At The Entryway For El Momo Cottages As Mt Scenery Looms Above

The title refers to an obscure pulp film from the 70’s that I recall enjoying a lot because of the rather lovely and scantily clothed ladies in it. Not on the AFI’s list of Top 100 Films, though.

Got home to San Francisco at 1:45am and woke up early today, visiting with my l’il nephew Kai, brother Doug, and wife Jen. We’ll see if the cats recognize me on pickup in the next day or two, and I’m back in the loft.