. . . looking up toward Never Land from the Calle Quebrada overpass in San Miguel de Allende at 11:08 a.m. on Sunday, 19 August 2012.
14 November 2012
Conde de la Canal
. . . looking up toward Never Land from the Calle Quebrada overpass in San Miguel de Allende at 11:08 a.m. on Sunday, 19 August 2012.
13 November 2012
Walt Whitman
Time to get back to work here.
Here is the result of my attempts to photograph the Sabino de La Huerta, the big tree. The pool of water below the spring is in the foreground.
07 November 2012
06 November 2012
Just for Fun
In the Sierra Gorda near Conca, state of Querétaro,
on 24 July 2012.
on 24 July 2012.
The stream descends from the mountain with the water colored by minerals.
Wings Over Mexico
The man featured in the preceding entry is an old friend from up north, Rick. He paid an extended visit to me here in Mexico last March and April.
Another norteamericano friend who has visited is Wings, who spent too short a time here with me in October 2011. I have had to give up the company of several friends who still partake of alcohol. I cannot find it within me, however, to give up this man's company. Wings never did become accustomed to the cobblestone or the speed bumps during his short stay. He therefore required regular anesthesia to endure them.
Another norteamericano friend who has visited is Wings, who spent too short a time here with me in October 2011. I have had to give up the company of several friends who still partake of alcohol. I cannot find it within me, however, to give up this man's company. Wings never did become accustomed to the cobblestone or the speed bumps during his short stay. He therefore required regular anesthesia to endure them.
05 November 2012
Palm Sunday 2012
Saludos today to visitors here from the nation of Japan.
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Parked after playing her role in a pageant earlier.
04 November 2012
El día de los muertos
The Mexican people do mourn death as well as celebrate it, but consider the way in which that is done. Even though the cemetery was nearly empty Saturday after being thronged Friday, I blundered upon a Ranchero band playing.
02 November 2012
Día de los muertos pasado
The Day of the Dead is upon us once again this weekend. I shall be out and about. In the meantime, a couple of snapshots from previous years.
Those dead of families of means are buried toward the front of the local cemetery--el panteón. Their graves feature elaborate stone structures--I forget what they are called in English--buried under mountains of flowers on the Day of the Dead. I prefer to visit the rear section of the cemetery where the dead of families of lesser means are interred, not because I am such a fine man. I simply prefer the company of the poor to the company of the wealthy for entirely selfish reasons, even though the poor can be an incredible pain in the ass.
Those dead of families of means are buried toward the front of the local cemetery--el panteón. Their graves feature elaborate stone structures--I forget what they are called in English--buried under mountains of flowers on the Day of the Dead. I prefer to visit the rear section of the cemetery where the dead of families of lesser means are interred, not because I am such a fine man. I simply prefer the company of the poor to the company of the wealthy for entirely selfish reasons, even though the poor can be an incredible pain in the ass.
2 November 2010
This fresh grave remains my favorite of all the graves that I have visited on the Day of the Dead through the years. This family had ingeniously decorated the grave of the loved one whom they had recently lost with dyed sawdust garnished with a stalk of corn. I am sentimentally attached to corn.
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