The subdued blues of the rising sun over Lake Atitlan, Guatemala, highlight how serene the mountains surrounding the lake appear at the break of day. By early morning, the towns and villages surrounding this highland lake are buzzing with farmers, artisans, trade boats, and tourists.
Over the bow
I stared deep into the blue
A reflection looked back
Dark, it watched me
We fell, we swam, and we drown
We became the sea
We became the sun
We were lost in time
Time forgot to hold us
We forgot to watch the time
Marina at sunset in Paros, Greece, July 2011
A boat rocks on the choppy waters of Lake Atitlan as it faces the shadow of the nearby volcano.
Peace boat at Caye Culker, Belize
A Poetic Voyage 