MaFe on tour November 2010
A good friend of mine called one Wednesday and asked me if I was ready to go to Saint Croix newt Sunday!
I asked what was the story, and he reply that he just thought it could be nice.
I explain about my health and economy, and he said that I did not have to worry for the pay, and that he was aware of my fragile health, so if I was ill when we were there, I could just stay in my bed, and get better!
So no catch, nothing I had to do, just to enjoy and get to breathe better!
My friend was there to work since his family have the hotels King Christian and Company House Hotel there, so he warned me that I would be alone a lot since he would be working. That meant I would have time to do things in my own speed, and this is quite a lot slower and not so stabile due to my health (retired due to a bad neck and operation).
Now that is a offer I could not resist, so even I was full of worry if I could handle it, I said yes, and started packing my suitcase. Wauuu, I’m a lucky guy to have a friend like that.
Nervous but with a big smile I decided to go.
So we took off from Copenhagen, landed in London – a plane to Miami, where we spend an evening and sleep in a wonderful hotel.
Here the view from the hotel room, looking at Miami Beach (Not bad at all).
I wish I had the time to pass Dr. Ken, but not this time, perhaps in the future…
- Next morning up and off to the airport, and a flight for Saint Croix.
I left Copenhagen I snow and below frost temperature, so it was like to enter Paradise when we arrived at Saint Croix, 30 degree Celsius / 86 degree Fahrenheit, hmmmm.
So from here I’ll just give you a few photos out of the 1000 I took there.
I have no ‘tourist’ shots, it’s all details, all the things I sucked in, on my daily walks in the city Christiansted, where I walked with my camera and my little sketchbook.
At the fortress, ‘blinded and hooked’.
At the fortress, ‘light meets profile’.
At the fortress, ‘repetition’.
At the fortress, ‘birdland’.
At the fortress, ‘wheels under fire’.
At the fortress, ‘Match-box, boxing match, dovetails at war’.
At the fortress, ‘bark on wood’.
At the fortress, ‘elegant’.
At the fortress, ‘as simple as that’.
At the fortress, ‘earth meets sky’.
At the fortress, ‘sky meets earth’.
At the fortress, ‘love story’.
Nature, ‘bark, paint’.
Nature, ‘like rings in the water’.
Building by the sea, ‘no exit’.
By a church, ‘Wauuu’.
By a church, ‘even more Wauuu’.
Where it all ends, ‘eastern most’.
In the city, ‘detour’.
In the city, ‘just around the corner’.
In the city, ‘once more’.
In the city, ‘the corner’.
In the city, ‘the same, and then again’.
In the city, ‘close enough’.
In the city, ‘stay out’.
In the city, ‘open closed / closed open’.
In the city, ‘broken, grass’.
In the city, ‘straight up in the sky, no flow’.
In the city, ‘falling grass’.
Nature, ‘try copying this’.
In the city at night, ‘tall men, wooden legs’.
In an abandoned building, ‘been there, did that’.
Does it matter where, ‘the truth of our friend’.
By a church, ‘just hanging out in front of the church’.
In the city, ‘nature claims back’.
In the city, ‘time travel’.
In the harbor, ‘waiting for the wind’.
In the city, ‘captain hook’.
A church, ‘reach up’.
In that church, ‘sit down’.
In that church, ‘flames of’.
In that church, ‘room for all’.
In that church, ‘oriental siluette’.
In that church, ‘time for reflection’.
In that church, ‘perhaps to clean’.
On that church, ‘no one the same, and yet so homogeneous’.
In that church, ‘lines, curves, light and mahogany’.
In that church, ‘is that for real’.
Detail on that church, ‘balance are not always in the center’.
Detail on that church, ‘twisted hold’.
Detail on that church, ‘twist again’.
Fence at that church, ‘shadow magic’.
Fence at that church, ‘magic light’.
Fence at that church, ‘light, shadow and no magic’.
House in the city, ‘closed open’.
Another house in the city, ‘open closed’.
Detail from another house in the city, ‘waves’n angels’.
Detail from another house in the city, ‘hat’s’.
Detail from another house in the city, ‘as the wind blows’.
Space and view from another house in the city, ‘a place to grow old’.
Detail from another house in the city, ‘get the picture even little things are missing’.
Detail from another house in the city, ’-even when a big part is missing’.
Detail from another house in the city, ‘let’s end with an opening’.
Admit it was not a tour in the family album, but I hope it was at some inspiration.
I had a wonderful week there with my friend, he worked hard all day, I enjoyed hard all day, sometimes we took the car out to look at things, and I followed him for some meetings and so, we eat together in the evenings, and sometimes for lunch, talked, laughed, had time for friendship.
It was very intense, I really felt I got Saint Croix under my skin, the smells, the nature, the soul, so I would love to get back.
(My health was generally fine and my eyes were so much open that I was able to leave my body many times, and with plenty of rest a slow pace the days was over even before I knew it.
So it was back to the snow in Copenhagen, but also back to the people we love.
Thank you my friend Christian for this wonderful tour, it was sure able to give me a break away from the everyday repetition, the winter, the always present health, and of fighting for my right to a pension against a government who seems to think it’s clever to spend enormous amounts of time and money on concluding I can’t work due to my health, and then after totally ignore the same fact…
But now I’m back with some new energy, ready to fight for my right, even it seems sometimes so hopeless to have to fight for the right to be sick, when all you wish for is not to be sick!).
So as I say; ‘I smile, and as long as I can do that, I’ll not fall’.
Best thoughts, and a thank you from my heart to Christian,
-- Mad F, the fanatical rhykenologist and vintage architect. Democraticwoodworking.