The here and now... and what and why

Complacency is a trap. At least that’s what I was thinking when I up and left the comfort of a Yankee prep school gig, where I taught music, amongst other things, for 28 years. There was also that life long career as a composer, musician and artist.

First, it was a year in St. Thomas, USVI, working as a reporter and shooting photography and then, a year in San Agustin Etla, Oaxaca, Mexico.
Time passed.
More time passed and a year back in the Athens of America followed by a hasty return to Oaxaca where it is all happening.
A couple of years in San Sebastian Etla and now, just down the road in San Pablo Etla. Life is good.

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Santo Domingo

Santo Domingo
The view from Corazon del Pueblo

The hereafter re me

My photo
Oaxaca, Oaxaca, Mexico
Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler

Monday, December 13, 2010

I love this place


This morning it was colder here than in Boston.  Somehow, I think that was an anomaly.  Of course, under sunny skies, it was in the high 70's by afternoon... here, not Boston.

This place can be a balm for the soul.  Yesterday, Henry and Rosa celebrated El Dia de la Virgen with a wonderful meal for twenty people.  It was held outside under a big tent with the most sublime mole and tamales.  What a good time.

As I walk around the city, once again I am struck by the beauty of this place and the kindness and vibrancy of the people.  This guy is oozing vibrancy.  Can't you feel it.

Oh, and as always, the graffiti is kick-ass.

I love this one.
 
Hmmm.... I definitely think I am evolving.  Don't start the revolution without me.
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1 comment:

La Cubanófila said...

I hate crying on a cold, rainy day, thinking about S.Agustín y mi gente. I wish I'd been under that tent chowing down on mole and tamales with the gang. Saludos desde el norte.

December 14, 2010 at 9:00 AM

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