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we are (I am) having fun working on images with the various bones and such around the station. My hope is that I will have a small body of work soon...
this is Hailey's dressing room:
I am also hoping that the film I shot has a bit more of what I want
Another love is the food at the markets. Heaps and piles of smell and texture all right there for the taking. Colors are brighter, oranges sweeter and candy looks almost healthy.
And withall of this fresh beauty I can recall an afternoon,after planting my garden, I told my dear friend how proud I was to never feed my children Cheez spelled with a Z or FUD with a U.
This is in tonite's dinner. Che Sera.
Colter needs to be at school in 20 minutes, no Keys to the car, no money for the bus, Tom is in Hermosillo with Keys to the office where the phone that is charged is and keys to various other vehicles on campus are, our spare key is somewhere in Mexico. Nobody shows up on campus until 9...school has already started.....bummer. at least Colter is sad about it... I take that as a good sign.
and then, Cosme showed up and gave us a ride...Muchas Gracias...Colter was sad about that too...Ha!
Occasionally, I will deviate from the main purpose of this blog and dip into the dark side of my artistic exploration and renewed love affair with photography. As my post yesterday may have been a little more than some viewers were hoping for I have put up a little sweetness to take the edge off.
will I make it in time? She's decaying more and more every minute. In between dishes, diapers, "MOM!", laundry, homework, cooking, the wind. The wind that began it all, the wind that is everpresent especially when the light is perfect and I might have two minutes, the wind that pushes her out the the frame a bit each time."MOM!" and in between sorting it out in my head, is there a pause? There is that wind
the wind that wrapped her in her own nest. The nest she was fixing, tending to, the wind spun her and it was stronger than her.
Mexico is a visceral experience. Walking through markets heaped with goods to touch and smell.Not wrapped in plastic identifiable only by some picture on the box to decipher what may be on the inside. Usually containing goods, duller, smaller and less interesting.
and then, in the Tuesday market, on Christmas eve, where Hailey could touch and hold and dream...
Luckily Santa knew
It has been a while since we have posted a thing. This seems like a good place to start and the maybe we will work backward, circle around again, or not. Upon our return to Kino(from a great vacation down south) we had decided to enroll Hailey and Colter in school for the rest of our time here.
The day started out with both kids pretty excited for school. Too excited finish cereal, packing lunches, located backpacks..we hopped in the truck (because our keys were locked in the car for two days) and headed to town to talk with the director of Hailey's chosen school. She hadn't been enrolled yet so we needed to see if there was any room.
As we pulled up, Colter's morning cough was increasing, Hailey was recanting her enthusiasm, Colter starts coughing harder, Hailey is getting very anxious,Colter coughs so hard he throws up on his clothes and the seat of the Prescott college truck, Hailey say"No way!" and we back out, drive home to change Colter for round two....
As you can see he was a little nervous, but so brave. When the bell rang colter headed into line with the children to salute the Flag
Today begins day three!
