As I watch San Francisco’s Market Street coming alive at dawn, amid it all I stumble onto a beautiful fountain. Water is pushed up to the top where a thin brass plate ads a sparkle. There it bubbles softly before pressing moving patterns into the glass as it slides off back into the ground.
In 1543 Francisco de Montejo arrived, wiped out an old Mayan town and founded Valladolid in its place. A few centuries later, the Mayans took it back.
If you are part of the Florida-goers North Americans and based on that, you think you know how Christmas is in all hot places you are mistaken. With all the heat and beautiful waters, these trips do not prepare you for what one finds in the land down under.
What a playful sun we have. Look! How wonderfully different this same restaurant is, in day and in night.
Light has a way to form shape like no other tool. I always like the way southern designers use light and shadow in shaping architecture and how the serene quality of water mixes with it.