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.
Click on an image to see it larger.
For additional photography please visit my flickr page.
You can find my music on Jango (World & latin - Worldbeat) and at iTunes and most online stores.
¡Soy consciente de todas las tradiciones del Internet!
If you are coming to Oaxaca, please contact me for tours or advice.
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.
Click on an image to see it larger.
For additional photography please visit my flickr page.
You can find my music on Jango (World & latin - Worldbeat) and at iTunes and most online stores.
¡Soy consciente de todas las tradiciones del Internet!
If you are coming to Oaxaca, please contact me for tours or advice.
Santo Domingo
The hereafter re me
- Christopher Stowens
- Oaxaca, Oaxaca, Mexico
- Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Sea of flowers - Mar de flores
It is hard to convey how special the pantheon in San Antonino is. Maybe an aerial shot would do it. I can just imagine what it might look like, an acre or two, exploding with color.
As the days progressed, people just kept bringing more and more, huge armloads.
People continued cleaning and decorating the graves.
The flowers seemed to glow.
There was music, laughter, happiness, as families worked with a subdued intensity.
The more I learn, the more accepting and open I am, the more I am humbled and blown away by this culture. This is such wonderful and healthy way to deal with death. There was such energy, happiness and we were in a cemetery! There were times when I was so overwhelmed, my head spun, like I was tripping... uh, not that I would know.
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Thank you for all the photos. It is very special that you are recording this. I was happy to see my town Chicago represented.
Joan
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