March
2008
Palm Sunday Stroll
I took a walk with my camera this morning. It was a beautiful warm, but windy, day. During my walk, the church let out a full congregation, each person carrying a little twig. From what I can tell from Wikipedia, the significance of the palm on this day has to do with palm fronds being the 33. A.D. equivalent of a Hollywood red carpet, being laid for Jesus to walk on as he entered Jerusalem. Despite having tons of palm trees around, the congregation in Colindres clearly had some other species of recently felled plant.
I have long loved the tower shape of the corner of this stone wall and the oranges that dangle above it.
Leaves! Green! Yay!
It’s almost like the trees are coming back from the dead. If I had to choose a time of the year to place a religious holiday with a “coming back from the dead” theme, this would be it.
Gull Friendship.
The tide had not yet reached the barriers.
This fountain gets a lot of use by kids in the summer.
Looking straight down from above.
This super-old tree has its bark absolutely shredded.
As I was taking this photo, a 50-something man rode by on a bicycle and said, “Yeah, that tree’s gotta be really old!”
A series of tubes. This is what the internet is, according to the US Congress.
I liked how the blue sky shone through.
Granados. I assume it’s the name of the apartment complex that this little square belongs to.
The congregation leaving the church, twigs in hand.












Erik R.


First of all, I can’t tell you how thrilled I am that my Turing word was ‘bollard’. Big rusty bollards all around!
We happened to be driving past the church here as the congregation streamed out yesterday, and they all had long branches of what looked like either olive or laurel (aka bay) leaves. While I’m aware that both of these have their classic positive associations, I don’t understand why they were subbing in for palms. It’s not like we don’t have palm trees here.
Anyone?
Now that you mention it, the twigs I saw were very laurel-esque. Some of them had little donut-shaped cookies tied to them. No doubt that’s from the bible, too. I hope Jesus didn’t hurt his bare feet on the cookies.
I wasn’t going to comment, but then I noticed my captcha word… “donkey”. Jesus rode into town on a donkey… so he wouldn’t have hurt his feet on the cookies.
Good point, Alan. Thanks for clearing that up.