Tenerife Tales
Pictures can say a thousand words.
Duende: ghost, evil spirit, inspiration, magic, fire. The duende is
not in the throat; the duende climbs up inside you, from the soles
of the feet. The duende, then, is a power, not a work; a struggle,
not a thought. This little girl's yearning at the waterside in
Puerto de la Cruz has gone beyond wishing and into the realm of el
duende.
Date: September 2001.
What is it about Tenerife and little dogs? Large dogs are almost nonexistent on this
island; little dogs rule.
Here this representative of the Little Dog species is expressing his indignation
about my intrusion on his street.
Date: September 2001.
On a hot September 11, I was bicyling my way past fields of banana trees when
I stopped to have a drink. A few moments later, a fellow drove his truck up to me,
hopped out, and began cleaning the telephone booth.
Date: September 2001.
A Tamaimo retaurant, on the way to the insanely twisted roads of Masca. Note the 'Se Vende'
sign in the window.
Date: September 2001.
Scuba diver caught in a nuclear flash?
Date: September 2001.
This Puerto de la Cruz fisherman has a remarkable face.
Date: September 2001.
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