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

Friday, December 1, 2017

The things I miss... The Blues

The color palette of the houses in New England: white, gray, tan, pale yellow with minor variations. Nice, but...
I had a dream that I painted my house here this blue with green trim. What would the neighbors think?  Hmmm... maybe purple with pink trim.....  Oh, I miss these blues, too.


ellen benson said...

i always had this dream too! so when i remodeled a room in my house here in Philadelphia i decided to paint it bright yellow with turquoise trim on the baseboards, window frames etc. because i wanted it to look like a little town in Mexico. And it did--except it looked like Tijuana, not Oaxaca!!! I learned that it just doesn't translate! i'll be at casa colonial again for 2 months this winter--i'll say hello if i see you! ellen benson

Christopher Stowens said...

You are right, it does not translate. Neither do huiples. They just look out of place. However, I always bring quesillo, mole and tortillas and they seem to be very well received.