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 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...



Devik Wyman said...

So did you put up the chains or did you find that someone else had?Lovely to see your photos and remember Oaxaca. My husband and I are already mourning not being able to plan a trip for January. 2022 seems far away!

Christopher Stowens said...

I brought it down from the States and spent lots of time figuring out how to attach it to the rim. And of course, it disappeared it a day. Ah well, back to no net.