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
The view from Corazon del Pueblo

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Oaxaca, Oaxaca, Mexico
Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Santiago Apostol in Daylight

The difference between night and day.  I just posted shots from Atzompa at night.  These are in contrast and are from the panteon in Santiago Apostol, which is a few kilometers west of Ocotlan and San Antonino and little off the beaten track, but always worth a visit.  And it seems we always visit it after going to San Antonino, which is always so vibrant, filled with people and flowers and Santiago Apostol is always in stark contrast. 
There never seems to be anyone there.  If we are lucky, there might be one or two people, but clearly we keep missing the major events.  However, the place has an etheral quality.  Everything is painted white, covered with cal.  Not only the graves and tombs, but many of the pathways, so every now and then one steps in a fresh puddle of the creamy coating. 
After a fresh coat of the pure white, flowers and flower petals are strewn around, candles lit.
The whole experience just reinforces the idea that every village, every panteon, is so different from the next.  Each has a unique atmosphere.  San Antonino is probably only five k., but the differences couldn't be more profound.
Next year, we plan on being there when the cal goes down, which I think is a week or two before El Dia. 

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