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Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.

“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf

“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Telling the Truth Tuesday - street scenes from Guatemala

One of several volcanoes framing the old capital city of Antigua

Hubby took this shot , capturing the volcano underneath an ancient colonial arch.

A mercado in Antigua

The colors are so vibrant here. Isn't she lovely. This was in an artisan's mercado in Antigua.

Words fail me. She was begging just outside the mercado

Antigua's Bus Station
The volcano speaks!


Yvonne's World of Poetry said...

Again wonderful pictures Karen, one can envisage being there. Thanks for sharing.


Talli Roland said...

Love the vibrant colours! Thanks for the wonderful photos, Karen.

Karen Jones Gowen said...

Haven't been to Antigua but my daughter has many times. She and her husband have a hotel they are remodeling in Pana.

Manzanita said...

Oh, neat pictures. Sweet old lady and the ominous looking volcanic mountain centered in the back ground of the shot your hubby too. Is there a song about Antigua? Seems to be lurking somewhere in my memory. I always link to the world by songs. Music. Rhythm.

Karen Walker said...

Thanks, Yvonne
Talli, yes, the colors are amazing
Karen, that's so cool
Manzanita, I don't know of a song, sorry

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Everything seems very colorful there. Tell your husband that second one is a money shot.

Hilary Melton-Butcher said...

Hi Karen .. Guatemala looks quite delightful - and love the selection of photos - that market looks such fun ... poor woman - yes I'd feel the same. Love your reflections of time there .. cheers Hilary

Karen Walker said...

I agree, Alex, That shot is spectacular.
Hilary, thank you

Claudia Moser said...

Lovely, simply lovely

Anonymous said...

I'm back to blogging, at least once a week. Couldn't give this up and lose contact with wonderful blogger friends such as you!

What lovely photographs. My brother went on a church mission to Guatemala way back in the 1970s, but no digital cameras in those days. In fact, he didn't have any kind of camera. So it is nice to see these photographs you and your hubby took.

My brother did bring us gifts when he returned from his mission. Such colorful things as in that artisan's mercado; such poverty as on the face of that old woman; such beautiful mountains and country as in that last stunning photograph you posted.

Beautiful post!

L.G.Smith said...

Wonderful photos. Didn't realize there were volcanos there. Duh. Kind of scary and beautiful at the same time.

Karen Walker said...

Claudia, thank you
Ann, so nice to see you here and hear your voice again. I'll need your blog address once more.
L.G. I knew about earthquakes, but not volcanoes. Have to admit I was a bit nervous.

Sharon Lippincott said...
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Sharon Lippincott said...

Gotta go there! Gotta go there! Your pictures incite travel lust! Awesome pictures here and at the wedding. Glad you got home safe and sound.

Karen Walker said...

Thanks, Sharon.

Paul Anthony Shortt said...

Wow. Seeing that cloud of smoke rise from the volcano in the distance would have freaked me out!

Liz Fichera said...

Yes, the colors! But the elderly woman begging breaks my heart...