Thunbergia mysorensis. Of the previous post. Thanks to Dan Harris for sleuthing.
The nights are beautiful here, away from the big city lights. Last night, the moon hung over this ruined church as if posed by a lovely assistant. Both moon and ruin (Antigua used to be the seat of national government until earthquakes forced a move to Guatemala City in the 1700s) give context to our human condition. In the village, I am usually embraced by stars. But I will be there during the moon's brighter two weeks. So I shall see...
