30 November 2012

Reservoir Report

The subject of the reservoir and its state crops up in this blog periodically. When we were riding out there in the early spring, I was whining about how low it was. Amid the good rainy season of this summer, I was publishing photos of flowers and watching the water rise. Yesterday, I drove out to check on the reservoir close up.



There was sufficient water to float the pelicans . . .

27 November 2012

Calle Hospicio, núm. 22




What is the appeal of this little place to me? It is what the façade has to say about the resident within. First, there is the abiding love of plants, plants that the resident himself or herself obviously attends to. This indicates a good heart. The assholes of the world may think that they love plants, but they pay somebody else to attend to their plants. Most especially, however, the ribbons on the security grill of the window indicate an intrepid, valiant attitude in the face of the vicissitudes of this life.

26 November 2012

Roots III, The Sequel



. . . that I now have more photos of the roots of that tree than I know what to do with. My cup runneth over with tree root photos.

25 November 2012

A Sentimental Journey to the Campground




I have not mentioned Joachim and Baerbel in this blog for a long time. Those two or three visitors who have been stopping by here from the beginning may be wondering about them. Joachim and Baerbel are still here. I took the photo below with the morning sun in my eyes to prove it.

Joachim is an excellent photographer. The fact is, though, that I myself enjoy his videos most. You can visit Joachim and Baerbel's website and learn about their adventures all over North America by clicking here.



25 November 2012 at 10:16 a.m.

24 November 2012

The Better Angels at Play


I well appreciate that my problems are not your problems. Nevertheless, I must follow up on an earlier story here.

Those of you who drop by here fairly regularly will recall that on 6 November I hopped in the pickup truck and raced out to the village of La Huerta to take additional photos of the giant Sabino tree there. I hoped to come up with one photo that was suitable to enter in Rodposse's photo contest, the theme of which was “flora.” I took 81 photos that day. In the process of transferring those photos from the camera to the computer upon my return, I lost them all with the exception of a few photos of some chickens. On 7 November I hopped in the pickup truck again and headed back out to La Huerta to do the same thing all over again.

21 November 2012

20 November 2012

Fabien and Magaly

I never told you this. I must tell you this.

On a late morning in October, I was eating my breakfast in the sun by the street at the outdoor café with no name. I was engrossed in laboriously working my way through the Spanish of AM de Celaya, the daily newspaper out of that city. Quite suddenly, someone standing beside me cried out my name. I lost my breath when I looked up. There was Fabien, the French backpacker, standing there more than three years after I had last seen him here just before his departure for France. He is on the road again and has been so for some time. On the following Friday we spent all day together talking, catching up. The beautiful and brilliant Magaly joined us for a time. She was in town, also, from Cancún. She is a talented painter and sculptor. These two hold a special place in my heart.

19 November 2012

Rodposse's Latest Photo Contest

The theme of Rodposse's latest photo contest is "Street Photography." I do love the world famous Rodposse. Here is my entry in that contest. The title is . . .


What to Say Next? 

Cinema Splendor

Be patient with me today. I will not be showing off my camera skills in low light because I have none, other than simply to crank up the ISO speed. Rather, I am only trying to show you something of my favorite little movie theater, Cinema Splendor . . . which I have taken to calling Cinema Paradiso. I am not sure that I can show you just how tiny and cozy it is with photographs.

18 November 2012

News from the North


I do not recall ever having mentioned even once in this blog in the past three and a half years that I have family up north in the United States of America. I do not know what this blog is about, but that sort of thing is not it. Yet now I am getting old and soft. I will make an exception today, 18 November 2012 on the Gregorian Calendar.

17 November 2012

La puerta del cielo


Speaking of mountains . . .



23 July 2012.

Basketball court in the sky. I will let you find it if you can. (Hint: The backboard is red.) I am sorry that I did not get the name of this pueblo along Mexico 120 on the way from San Juan del Rio and Tequisquiapan to Pinal de Amoles, la puerta del cielo, in the Sierra Gorda Biosphere Reserve of Querétaro.


16 November 2012

Guanajuato in the Distance



Coming down out of the Sierra Guanajuato with the city in the distance
on 1 June 2012 at 9:57 a.m.

Michel, the unhinged quebecois, has just put up some of his latest photos taken in Guanajuato in his blog. I think that you would enjoy them.

If I can get through another day without setting my hair on fire with this gas range, then it will be another good day.


15 November 2012

Return to Parque Benito Juárez and Love Train



4 August 2012 at 8:25 a.m.

Once again, another photo from the early morning hours deep inside Parque Benito Juárez. Because it is deep inside Parque Benito Juárez, this is quite a private place. This is where the high school boys and girls go after school to explore each other. It is the only place where many can find any privacy. It would be cruel to take photographs of the place when they are there.


14 November 2012

Conde de la Canal





. . . looking up toward Never Land from the Calle Quebrada overpass in San Miguel de Allende at 11:08 a.m. on Sunday, 19 August 2012.

13 November 2012

Walt Whitman


Time to get back to work here.


Here is the result of my attempts to photograph the Sabino de La Huerta, the big tree. The pool of water below the spring is in the foreground.

06 November 2012

Just for Fun




In the Sierra Gorda near Conca, state of Querétaro, 
on 24 July 2012.


The stream descends from the mountain with the water colored by minerals.


Wings Over Mexico

The man featured in the preceding entry is an old friend from up north, Rick. He paid an extended visit to me here in Mexico last March and April.

Another norteamericano friend who has visited is Wings, who spent too short a time here with me in October 2011. I have had to give up the company of several friends who still partake of alcohol. I cannot find it within me, however, to give up this man's company. Wings never did become accustomed to the cobblestone or the speed bumps during his short stay. He therefore required regular anesthesia to endure them.

05 November 2012

Palm Sunday 2012


Saludos today to visitors here from the nation of Japan.

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Parked after playing her role in a pageant earlier.

04 November 2012

El día de los muertos



The Mexican people do mourn death as well as celebrate it, but consider the way in which that is done. Even though the cemetery was nearly empty Saturday after being thronged Friday, I blundered upon a Ranchero band playing.

02 November 2012

Día de los muertos pasado

The Day of the Dead is upon us once again this weekend. I shall be out and about. In the meantime, a couple of snapshots from previous years.

Those dead of families of means are buried toward the front of the local cemetery--el panteón. Their graves feature elaborate stone structures--I forget what they are called in English--buried under mountains of flowers on the Day of the Dead. I prefer to visit the rear section of the cemetery where the dead of families of lesser means are interred, not because I am such a fine man. I simply prefer the company of the poor to the company of the wealthy for entirely selfish reasons, even though the poor can be an incredible pain in the ass.




2 November 2010

This fresh grave remains my favorite of all the graves that I have visited on the Day of the Dead through the years. This family had ingeniously decorated the grave of the loved one whom they had recently lost with dyed sawdust garnished with a stalk of corn. I am sentimentally attached to corn.