And this sad little bricked up gate with a helping hand waiting to open it.
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
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Doors and gates
There was a time I was going to do a book on the doors and windows of Oaxaca, but I didn't. End of story. However, I do have hundreds of photos of them and am still drawn to the their beauty and variation. It is like an automatic reflex now. Cool door, gate or window - instant picture.
This one has such character. Not only the faded black ribbon indicating a death, but also the shiny lock, the classic stonework, the old bricks, the drainage hole, the grass and the 1011 set into the stone or cement. I am sure at one point the number were all wooden, but over time they fell out and only one 1 remains.
And this sad little bricked up gate with a helping hand waiting to open it.
And this sad little bricked up gate with a helping hand waiting to open it.
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