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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You can find my music on Jango (World & latin - Worldbeat) and at iTunes and most online stores.
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If you are coming to Oaxaca, please contact me for tours or advice.

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

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Dia del Madres

Mothers' Day.  Can you believe it?  I do not have one single picture of my mother.  There is an evil step-mother behind the story, but it is very old news now.  However, the day gives me an opportunity to post shots of one of my favorite statues here.  It is in a little park called Parque de Amor and it entirely cut off by major roads and hard to get to.  I parked in a nearby supermarket lot and hoofed it to get these shots.
 Nothing more natural and an everyday sight here.
 A beautiful image, no?
Which begs the question.  WTF, El Norte????  Breastfeeding is illegal or shunned behavior??  Talk about idiotic and puritanical thinking..... but on the opposite end of the spectrum, they use sex to sell everything..... everything.

And then there is Terry Thomas' diatribe on "bosoms" from a blast from the past.

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