This is probably 1988. My old house in St. Barts, it was a lovely time. Face obscured on purpose. index.html R_20080730112904_0001 My home at dusk, it was a great time to be on the island. index.html R_20090507082144_0002 A fresh morning in 1984 looking at Baie St. jean. Three images stitched into one large view. index.html R_20090506192707_0003 From the cliff above SOUS LA FALAISE, this is the 1985 view of Eden Rock and Baie St. Jean. index.html R_20090506192700_0004 Flying by Sous La Falaise in 2006 as I departed. Henry Greaux's new villa under construction on the point. index.html R_20080107091549_0005 December 2006 panorama. Baie St. Jean, St. Barthelemy, F.W.I. index.html R_20061217091039_0006 A painting I commissioned, but left with the memories on the island. index.html R_20090507083835_0007 St. Barthelemy, FWI. December 16, 2006 index.html R_20061216082131_0008 The once run down home, now a lavish hotel in Baie St. Jean, St. Barthelemy, FWI index.html R_20061215071302_0009 I have spent a few thousand days looking at this sea, and I never tire of it. December 16, 2006. index.html R_20061216082217_0010 Henri Greaux's greatest work at the edge of Baie St. Jean and the Caribbean Sea. 4 images hand held with Canon SD800. index.html R_20061216083958_0011 Maison Blanche just after sunset with John relaxing. index.html R_20090506192718_0012 A mid-morning view in 1986. Baie St. Jean, St. Barthelemy, F.W.I. index.html R_20090506192701_0013 Los Roques, Venezeuela in a powered hang glider. February 1997. index.html R_20070819134138_0014 Flying over Los Roques. index.html R_20080730112311_0015 Bill, Rusty and Mehmet. Sailing the BVI to the tunes of Quincy Jones, circa 1978. index.html R_20080720115102_0016 Photo by Bob Chilton at Little Cayman, about 1991. R. Jackson in the photo. index.html R_20090507082330_0017 Just after a double cheese burger in paradise. index.html R_20061215125013_0018 Jimmy Buffet wrote some lyrics about this crazy place. In the early 1980's we partied hard here, and sometime Jimmy played in the grass. Thanksgiving we all made turkeys together and invited all the Americans we could find. it was a grand time. index.html R_20061219111207_0019 After polishing off a cheeseburger in paradise. index.html R_20090505085042_0020 From Marlene's home, a lovely spot it is to see. index.html R_20090506192701_0021 Shell Beach with Robert and Elise. December 2006 index.html R_20061213091016_0022 The view of the burned out relic from L'Orient. Isle Forchue and St. Martin, and Bon Homme are in the background. index.html R_20061213102031_0023 index.html R_20061213130812_0024 index.html R_20061213130842_0025 No longer $15 a bottle. I'll miss it. index.html R_20061213131250_0026 Looks like it would make a fine sail. index.html R_20061215095753_0027 Gerard Happell at Shell Beach, near Gustavia, St. Barthelemy, F.W.I., 1983. index.html R_20090507083415_0028 End of a SCUBA dive in December 2006 index.html R_20061215105019_0029 My old friend Henri Greaux and I at Sous La Falaise. December 16, 2007. index.html R_20061216091842_0030 Definitely you only have one car for this driveway. index.html R_20061216121201_0031 Lunch at the beach. It does not get better than this. index.html R_20061217114940_0032 High above St. Jean, sunset comes at Peter and Laurence's home. index.html R_20061217153510_0033 The view from the upstairs bedroom at Maison Blanche towards Eden Rock and Baie St. Jean. index.html R_20061218160724_0034 Perhaps that is not the exact translation, but it's the way I felt when I left after a hurricane in the 1980's. index.html R_20061218171814_0035 Quirky colors under the street lights of Gustavia, St. Barthelemy, FWI. December 2006. index.html R_20061218172337_0036 Watching the world go by in downtown Gustavia index.html R_20061218173557_0037 Rusty at the Bar. index.html R_20061218173637_0038 Baie St. Jean, St. Barthelemy, French West Indies. Dec. 19, 2006 index.html R_20061218185713_0039 It 6:19 am before I had any coffee. I was hardly awake but I love watching this bay change, from dawn to dusk, in sky, color, currents, boats and people. Over decades, I had years of watching and observing, but never from this angle. It was almost like a wholly different place, I knew it intimately, but from a another side. It was familiar but at the same time transformed. Traveling with companions opens one's mind to new views, and that is exactly what this trip did to me. As soon as the sun crested the island, a fresh squall reflected the loveliest rainbow I had seen back to me. My friends slept through the transient moment, but I had it forever. St. Barthélemy, FWI. December 19, 2006. index.html R_20061219061648_0040