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The second in a series that ponders the question, “How do we know what is real?”
Brownfield, Texas
photographed 7.16.2012
Through that glass, brightly
If you manage to find Puerto de Luna, keep going until you cross the Pecos River, then take the first turn to the right. After a bit, you’ll see a tiny church on the right side of the road. The sign over the door says Santa Inez.
It was closed up the day we were there.
But I shot this through one of the windows, looking straight across the tiny sanctuary and out the other side.
Puerto de Luna, New Mexico
photographed 9.21.2013
Zia. Zia.
Zia. It’s everywhere in New Mexico. On the flag. On license plates. Twice on this building in Clovis. Even, according to this article, on public toilets.
But it’s also a sacred symbol of the Zia Pueblo, a tribe of about 850 members, who feel that perhaps their tribal symbol is being used in ways that are not in accordance with their beliefs. The current session of the state legislature has asked the State Department of Cultural Affairs to prepare a report on the matter. A previous fiscal impact study on the issue said the Cultural Affairs Department should consult with Zia Pueblo, but cautions that “there is potential for conflicts of interest between the state and the pueblo, particularly if the report is intended to include recommendations.”
Clovis, New Mexico
photographed 5.25.2013
Night light
You may recall that I sort of like shooting in Santa Rosa. For someone like me, who looks for beauty in decay, it is a very beautiful location.
This grand old building is now abandoned by everything except pigeons. And possibly rodents. (That reminds me – I once heard someone say that pigeons were just rats with wings.)
But anyway. It’s lovely by day – here’s a shot of the same building by my pal Donna Catterick. And at night, it’s even better. If you ask me. Which I realize you did not.
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
photographed 8.31.2012
The chairs had convened a meeting
The two square tables had been behaving badly, so the chairs convened a meeting to discuss the situation. It didn’t end well for the tables, who were outnumbered by the chairs.
What do tables have to do in order for chairs to resort to such drastic measures? You really don’t want to know….
Albuquerque, New Mexico
photographed 11.23.1012
