Pop Flies and Pop Art

Almost every morning when the sun is rising, I ride my bicycle past the baseball field by the Spanish Wall in Kolonia. Usually there is a group of men “practicing” baseball.

It is always the same: everyone is standing in the field and someone is hitting pop flies to them, never ground balls or any other kind of practicing.

The result of this “practicing” is always the same, too: they run and stand under the ball and then it either bounces out of their glove or lands on the ground beside them.

It really cheers me up in the morning.

And speaking of being cheered up, yesterday afternoon I went kayaking through the mangrove channel.

Someone had clipped blue, yellow, red and green clothes pins to many of the descending mangrove tentacles. It made the channel so cheery, like installation art!