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

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Fall cleaning

A beautiful day today, but while it was raining the last few days, I satisfied my neuroses and gave the house a thorough cleaning including taking all the rugs outside and really shaking them out.  They, the rugs, seem much happier. 
Today, it was the air, the aura, the vibe of the place, which got a nice cleansing treatment with three kinds of copal straight from a good source in Tlacolula.
The wind and sun cooperated and the smoke moved through the entire house and out the windows.  Cleansing completed.


Anonymous said...

You have radically changed the colors of your photos, now these are pink, red, orange. Pretty colors that reflect the warm of your interior space, the center, your home, like a heart.
It looks beautiful how the sunlight enter straight and embrace that space.
Home ... that little space is the best place in the world ......

En la mañana verde,
quería ser corazón.

Y en la tarde madura
quería ser ruiseñor.

ponte color naranja.
ponte color marrón)

En la mañana viva,
yo quería ser yo.

Y en la tarde caída
quería ser mi voz.

ponte color naranja.
Alma, ponte color de amor!

Federico García Lorca

Christopher Stowens said...

I confess that the color change may be a manipulation, but it was in keeping with the effect I was trying to achieve... to cleanse and bless the house.

Incidentally, all the rugs in the house, save one, are from my good friend Antonio Ruiz in Teotitlan del Valle. And they are all those vibrant reds, colored by the cochineal, the color for which Oaxaca is so famous.

And thanks for the beautiful words from Lorca.