San Pedro House of Culture
As small an island as Caye Caulker is, there is always something — or someone — new to be discovered.
Like the kids in the picture above. I have never seen kids have more fun in four inches of water. I’d take a picture and then the kids would all run over to see themselves on the screen. Then I’d take another picture and they’d all run behind the camera to see themselves. Then I’d take another picture . . . . you get the idea.
We could have kept this up all day. Read the rest of this entry »
In the two-and-a-half years that photographer Karen Brodie has lived in San Pedro, Belize, she has taken a lot of pictures.
If you have attended any local events — like Garifuna Settlement Day, the Mothers Day celebration, Seniors Appreciation Day at the Lions Club, the Costa Maya Festival — then you have seen her prowling the edges with her camera, snapping away.
More often than not, she is looking for interesting faces — proud faces, happy faces, strong faces, quiet faces, old faces, young faces — faces that tell a story without speaking a word. So, yes, she has quite a collection.
So, you’d think that when Mito Paz, director of the San Pedro House of Culture, asked Karen to produce a show of her portraits of local women to celebrate National Women’s Month, she would say something like, “Sure! Piece of cake!” or “Easy peasy!”
But that wouldn’t be Karen. Read the rest of this entry »
My carefully crafted plan for retirement now includes snorkeling on the Great Mayan Reef and looking for loose pirate treasure.
Yo. Ho ho.
That, and a bottle of rum.
Forgive me if I’m expressing my inner Jack Sparrow but I’ve been reading up on shipwrecks along the Belize reef system and pirate activity in the 1600s and 1700s. Last Thursday night I dropped by the San Pedro House of Culture for the debut of its latest presentation, “Pirates in Belize.” You know, looking for some tips on where the treasure might be buried here on Ambergris Caye. Read the rest of this entry »
The young woman walked up to the display of photographs at the new home of the San Pedro House of Culture, across from the town’s football field, and let out an exclamation of recognition.
Excitedly pointing to a framed black-and-white photo of a dapper young man in white shirt, tie, wire-rim glasses and snap-brim Panama, she said, “That’s my grandfather!”
Glancing at another photo she added, “And that’s my uncle!” Read the rest of this entry »