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We went to the little town of Madrid, NM on Saturday. It’s an old mining town that was abandoned when the mine shut down, and was then rediscovered in the 60s/70s by hippies and artists and bikers. It is on the Turquoise Trail that runs from Albuquerque to Santa Fe. It is now half artist colony/half roughneck and is totally fun. We ate at the Mine Shaft a biker bar/local watering hole. We had a great lunch, listened to a cool singer/songwriter, Katie locked herself in the stall of the bathroom (just to add a little excitement to our day!) and had a fabulous time before heading back to Burque and then off to a party. A full day indeed! BTW, Katie is being a sheep in the photo – not sure why!
Oh yes – and Madrid was featured in the movie Wild Hogs!!
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Taken on Christmas Eve in Old Town
Could have been a farmer’s wife,
moved a simple mile from my parent’s home,
watched those green fields forever
I was an artist’s wife,
the muse without a thing to call my own,
placed on a shelf with all the other pretty things
Now I am me – growing in the bright blue New Mexico sky.
Now I am a partner – not just a wife.
Now I am a mother – marveling at the children whom I birthed.
Now I have my own vision.
And I’m nurturing it in the bright blue New Mexico sky.
My favorite westside tree – it’s near the volcanoes. Making the clarification as my absolute favorite tree is on the Low Road to Taos right before you arrive in Taos. And one of my other favorite trees is actually right next door. It’s a pecan tree which reminds my of childhood in Lousiana – we grew up in a old pecan grove – I think at times my brother and I lived off pecans. I call it “Betty’s Tree” even though my neighbor, Betty, passed away before Katie was even born(god, is that possible, has so much time passed?).
One can never have too many favorite trees.
Bosque Del Apache
~My favourite thing is to go where I’ve never been. – Diane Arbus
Halloween • All Saints Day • Dia de los Muertos
Three intertwined events in New Mexico
I honored two – stayed away from All Saints Day though – no church for me
One of my only spiritual experiences happened in a church on All Saints Day
and it scared the heck out of me – cut too deep
I’m completely embracing Dia de los Muertos
I pored over ofrendas reading every scrap dedicated to people who have passed through this life
danced to the beat of a skeleton samba band
oohed and aahed at the Marigold y Muertos parade
pounded the earth to the ancient sounds of Aztec drumming
Every day I become more and more New Mexican
feel it seeping like sand into my every pore
Poor neglected blog – I keep daydreaming of these beautiful, thoughtful, erudite posts and they’ve just accumulated in my brain like a logjam. Oh well, I need to brush those aborted posts aside and get on with it! My parents just got into town – we’ve been cleaning house preparing for their arrival – and having a lot of fun doing other things also! Lots of weekend adventures. Balloon Fiesta being a big one and the other being a trip to El Rancho de Las Golondrinas. Here’s my favorite image from Balloon Fiesta – it feels primal.
My little family indulges me a lot – one weekend at the beginning of summer I decided I needed to get out of town – where to go? Taos of course! We checked out the Harwood Museum – a small gem of a museum – and they let you take photographs!
The children dutifully posing – they were more interested in the art though
Katie loves to touch everything – that girl is a challenge. We spend much of our time staring each other down. I usually win.
The white room with white paintings and white light shining down from above. I could have stayed here all day. Just laid right down on the floor and soaked up all that bright, white silence. Twas not to be though.
I’d almost forgotten about this quick little roadtrip – discovered the photos while I was looking for some other images.
I need to get back to Taos – it feeds the hippie part of my soul.