I spent my days waiting for the whinny of the tethered horse, the monarch butterfly’s black and yellow stripes resting atop purple Jacaranda petals, the ephemeral hummingbird in the almost bare late-season Hibiscus.
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Eyes of Death in the Callejón Below
Posted in Death/Loss/Grief, Guanajuato on April 11, 2023 | Leave a Comment »
At least two lives
Posted in Architecture, Cerros, Guanajuato, México, Renewal/rebirth on June 22, 2022 | 1 Comment »
A building has at least two lives – the one imagined by its maker and the life it lives afterward – and they are never the same. – Rem Koolhaas Some never knew of the secret stair, smooth, cool caracol of white cantera, winding out of sight complicit in the house built in another era […]
The Last Visit
Posted in Cemetery, Death/Loss/Grief, Encerrado, Guanajuato on February 3, 2021 | Leave a Comment »
The east section of the cemetery has been fenced off. The grass is unnaturally green, sodden. Headstones are strung like beads from tree roots that have surfaced. A note nailed to a venerable tree warns visitors to avoid this area, or, at the least, use extreme caution. It explains: sectional liners have aged poorly, there […]
Toucans
Posted in Birds, Guanajuato, Hummingbirds, Memory, México, Music/Song on September 18, 2020 | 2 Comments »
Toucans landed on the field behind your house improbable, the things we think are beautiful Why the hummingbird, iridescent and almost impossible to track as it zooms and flits and chitters through the tree and not the giant black bus of the bee whose heft is long and wide, seeming to defy gravity, land on […]
Being loved back / Un amor recíproco
Posted in Cerros, Guanajuato, Leaving, Love, México, tagged Cerros, Guanajuato, love on August 23, 2020 | 2 Comments »
The land loves us back. She loves us with beans and tomatoes, with roasting ears and blackberries and birdsongs. -Robin Wall Kimmerer (2013). Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants It is not enough to know I loved the land the cerros – too big to be hills, too small to […]