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

Monday, October 28, 2013

Flowers for the altars - Muertos

Today was my annual visit to these fields which are not far my house.  It is always such a joy to see these huge splashes of color.
Unfortunately, the splashes were not as huge as in previous years as there was a huge housing development that had been built where flowers used to bloom. 
My guess is that next year I will be looking for other fields to visit.  Meanwhile back at the hacienda, we have marigolds or cempasuchil, which come in a wide variety of yellows reds and oranges.
And cockscomb, Terciopelo Rojo (Celosia cristata) the red flower which symbolizes the blood of Christ.
I don't know what the little purple flowers are.... anyone, anyone.... Pilar?
No matter what they are, it is always wonderful to be outstanding in the field;-)
     Much more to come all this week.

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