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Bougainvillea is a curious name that I will never be able to spell correctly. Perhaps a laziness on my part, a reliance on Otto Korrecht, as a friend aptly put it, but nevertheless, I don't get it right, nor do I hope to. It's a beautiful plant, vine-like and also tree-like - a giant bush, spindly and exuberant. Amazing colours in big painterly washes, it's a perfect companion to the architecture on which it leans.

It's native to Mexico and other warm places; it was abundant in Kenya, and I saw loads of it in Greece. It's picky about where it grows. There's plenty of it here in SMA. I associate it with a specific slice of life because of my history with seeing it everywhere as a kid. It's one of those emblematic associative things, I guess. Some part of me does feel curiously at peace in the company of a flourishing Bougainvillea; I can squint and pretend everything is right with the world.

A bit more wandering through SMA, the Colonias are small, but they each have their flavours and their characteristics. We wandered around Guadalupe and met a couple of cool cats.

It's been a curious visit here. Not all cats and flowers. Some rumblings and some reckonings, too, the exposure of the gaps between overhype and underwhelm. The overcast of a viral influence (real, and virtual?).
Projects, plans, and projections meet realities, revelations, and reassessments.

Having one's feet on the ground always seems to bring that.

As always, thanks for reading and indulging!
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