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

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

Thursday, December 31, 2020

Adios, 2020

Off today in search for these traditional "old guys" who represent the passing year.  They sit in front of the house for a couple of days, only to get set afire at midnight on the 31st.  They will bid a fond(?) farewell to 2020 and everything that happened in it.  I do love the face shield, gloves and mask... and how lucky to have a babe representing the new year. 
I saw several on my walk, always with the perfunctory booze.  I will have to listen for them at midnight, because they are often stuffed with firecrackers. So with a few thousand bangs and booms, Adios, 2020..... at least we made it this far, unlike many others.  We need to be thankful for that.

Saturday, December 26, 2020

Sore? No, soar....

Just riding the thermals.  I spent a few moments imagining what it must be like.
They are catching the warm winds rising from the valleys.
And following them up the mountain slopes.  Just coasting, with no need for a single wing flap.

Friday, December 25, 2020

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

Yes, we have no... radishes?

Ay!  No Noche de Rabanos this year. After 122  incarnations, it made sense to cancel it and all the other holiday festivities.  I know I am like many, I really miss this celebration.  I don't think I've missed one in many years and I so look forward to seeing many of the participants, who are there year after year, and are friends now. 
It turned out 2020 was the Year of the Kraken just the wrong kind... as if there is a right kind of kraken.  Well, maybe this kind. 
Still, we have our memories and will hope that La Noche will be back in 2021.  It is such an important event and normally, tens of thousand of people would be here for it.
We miss her and everything else, but better to be safe and stay healthy.

Tuesday, December 22, 2020

It could be worse...

Hmm... what's that line from "Young Frankenstein?"  No matter... This is where I live in isolation.  Not bad, huh?  Yes, I am alone, but not really.  Today, I was convinced the Hecate joined me in one of her classic forms, the maven, the mother and the maiden. 
Hmm... maybe I am just making up straw men.

Monday, December 21, 2020

It's beginning to look a lot like....

PiƱatas!  Look at that one on the right!  It's a rather subdued winter solstice and pre-Navidad week.  Rabanos is canceled this year and it occurred to me that going to it was one of my only holiday traditions.  However, better safe than sorry and I'll continue to hide out in the country and live this exciting life. 
Riveting, huh?

Saturday, December 19, 2020

The bird is the word...

I am lucky to have lots of birds in the area.  They are a constant source of insight and entertainment.  This morning I heard loud sharp squawks coming from the large tree behind the house.  What kind of bird is that?  I watched and listened to the loud sounds for a few minutes and then thought to grab a camera.  It was calling out loud and clear but why?  I tried to get closer by climbing up on the roof. 
That was too much for it, and with one final squawk, the word was "adios."  So what kind is it?

Friday, December 18, 2020

They work hard for the money...

Something to ponder.... "(Mexico) approved on Wednesday an overall increase of 15 percent in Mexico’s minimum daily wage, a move backed by government and labor representatives but opposed by the business sector. With this latest increase, the nationwide minimum daily wage climbs from 123.22 pesos (around $6.10) to 141.70 pesos ($7.08)."
Coke, Pepsi and gasoline cost as much or more than in El Norte.  Hard to imagine coping with $.70 US an hour.  Fresh juices are a much better option and less expensive.

Friday, December 11, 2020

Chain, chain, chain.....

As Aretha says, "Chain of Fools" or it coulda been Etta James' "At Last," but in this case, chains are a beautiful thing.  Finally, a real playground metal net and what a dream it is to shoot now.  Not quite the sound of a swish, but a nice reassuring and recognizable chunk. 
The rims here are a solid 1/2 inch steel hoop with no way to attach a net, but with S clips and some vice grips, that baby is there to stay. 

It's a beautiful thing...


Thursday, December 10, 2020

Holiday decorations?

Festive colors, but with a nasty bite.  While pruning the banana trees, I bumped into one of these beauties and got a nice sting through my shirt.  Well, hello!  Looks like garlands.
They feast on the leaves and soon will turn into the most beautiful blue butterflies.... I think. 
I feel lucky to have them here even if the sting was a bit painful.  Look, but do not touch.

Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Name that tune... sorta

These days, everything I see seems to bring a song to mind.....   Yesterday's post could have been "Blue Skies" and "Stormy Weather."  Today, it's "When I was 70, it was a very good year"... well, not so much for many, but it was a bountiful year for some. 
It was a good rainy season and the final harvest is in.  The work never ends... but, "The sun'll come up Tomorrow...."

Tuesday, December 8, 2020

Proof of life....


At least the vistas are exciting,  My life, not so much.  It continues to be.... riveting?  Uh, no.  Kinda the "same ole same ole" day after day.  I don't venture out unless I absolutely have to, which might be once every ten days. Of course, I do have some good walks to take to get me out of the house.  Hey, is that a ray of hope?
Plenty to do around the house and garden, things that would be low on the priority list if it weren't for the 'rona.  Now, everything gets addressed. Am I blue? 
No, but look at that mid-morning sky with the moon.  "I'm ready for my closeup, Mr. DeMille..."
"And so it goes...."