What’s in the Water?
Guidance for Swimming Against the Stream
In waking up to whiteness, there are questions to answer and ideas to confront. Molly’s insights bring perspective and clarity.
Dia de los Muertos – no photos
Last night TCP and I walked down to the cemetery - the Panteon de la Senora de Guadalupe - and strolled among the graves and columbaria. Scores of families were washing, painting, weeding, and decorating the graves of their loved ones. It was an amazing scene. I had...
Los Colores de San Miguel
Yesterday, I worked in the jardin for several hours, writing from a wrought iron bench near the pergola. I walked home along Diez de Sollano, strolling more slowly than is my habit. My reward was a feast of color, some of which you can glimpse in the photos below....
Preparing for Dia de los Muertos
November 2nd, All Souls Day in the Catholic liturgical year, is an occasion of great import in much of Mexico, where traditions of the indigenous people intersect with Catholicism in Dia de Los Muertos The Day of the Dead. These images are from the local bi-lingual...
Hiking SW of El Centro
Last Sunday, we set out for a distant hill in search of what appeared to be a solitary monument that we could barely make out from our veranda using binoculars. We hiked down the hill, across town, around another hill, and then up and over a couple of hills, managing...
Sunrise; Moonset
When TCP said I might want to look out the window this morning, I did. And sure enough, the morning light was simply lovely. "No, you can't see it from there," he prodded. So I scootched my way down the bed clinging to the blankets (it is cold this morning - 46...
La Charlotada de Aniversario
I'm back-dating this post to last Saturday, when we attended a local celebration of Los Charros, the Mexican cowboys. Local members of the cowboy association mounted a demonstration including roping and riding. We were the only gringos in attendance, and we showed up...
Sunset, Monday evening
Last evening I sat and watched the sun go down. My friend David Lewis, of the acclaimed artistic team Little and Lewis, loves the sunsets here. Given that we rented the house from him, it seemed the least I could do is watch the sun go down in his stead. Lovely.
Angels and Virgins
Just one of many images I feasted on during a morning walk in San Miguel.
Un Gallo Bonito
Last week, TCP and I were walking up Prolongacion de Aldama to Casa Caracol, when we simultaneously spotted this amazing rooster. It seemed to illuminate the dim studio around it. We resisted going in at the time. We were hungry for dinner and perhaps a bit shy. But...