More of my 'hood

 On the plaza on a recent early, Spring-like afternoon.
Bobbie playes with his buddy, they make a good team.
Notice below, Bobbie's belt buckle fashions a real gun.
Unconcealed weapons are legal!
If I wanted anyone to carry a gun, it would be Bobbie.
The guy is so cool and calm, 
an artist, he not only writes, but composes his songs, 
writes about life and creates silver jewelry as well, 
including the gun totting belt buckles - for sale!

Vendors at the end of another day


Native American vendors 
under the portal of the Palace of the Governor 
in downtown Santa Fe,
The City Different in 
The Land of Enchantment.
Every morning the lucky draw of a lottery 
will assign who gets which spot.

RIP Marie Colvin!

If I had not watched Anderson Cooper's 360 last night, I would not have noticed the reporter with the eye patch. The sensitive lead in to a horrific story of a 2 year old child dying from injuries in Homs, Syria, allowed me to overcome my aversion of violence, especially the kind shown on TV that captures innocent victims in the midst of traumatic events. I hate being inundated with images of brutality. I hate being made in to a casual spectator of real suffering. Yet, I do believe in the prime importance of facts, untarnished, unsanitized truth, the kind those in power do not want us to know. We can no longer close our eyes, not for long, we do have to bear witness, it is a moral imperative I am afraid. Meanwhile a few go the extra length to travel to those hot spots, expose themselves to great danger, so as to report back to us, to bear witness for us, to be our ears and to be our eyes, so the world may know. Rest In Peace Marie Colvin! 

Anderson's well wishes rang in my ears for a while longer. He said something like 'while it is impossible, stay safe.' The impossible caught my attention, because the report made the dangers so obvious yet TV has made me (us) such cynics, I tend to disbelieve and distance myself from much that I watch. So, even while I watch the heart breaking report of an innocent child dying by the forces of a government that denies the brutalization of their own citizens, while I listened to the reporter call  on the Syrian government's lies, I did not want to believe that this reporter was truly in life threatening danger. My mind did flash though already last night on the risk of such a revealing report from within Syria. Was Marie Colvin targeted as a foreign journalist and killed on purpose by snipers? 

"Our mission is to speak the truth to power," she said. "We send home that first rough draft of history. We can and do make a difference in exposing the horrors of war and especially the atrocities that befall civilians."

This is as close as it gets for my experience of the atrocities of war. A report on TV one night and a dead reporter the next morning, shocking, yes, but so removed from the horrors of war nevertheless. I happen to be of the same age as Marie Colvin. I am proud of the fact that there are women of an advanced age that manage to make a difference in the world.

"So, was I stupid? Stupid I would feel writing a column about the dinner party I went to last night," she wrote in the Sunday Times after the attack. "Equally, I'd rather be in that middle ground between a desk job and getting shot, no offense to desk jobs."

Marie Colvin among Misrata Fighters
photos off twitter - photo bucket

How many will still have to die before the world will step in and say enough? Is it not time for the UN, for a united world body, to take action and take the Syrian government to task? Is there not an intervention possible that is other then arming the opposition forces of which supposedly lacks leadership? Check Amy Goodman's report on Democracy Now.

2.24.12:
UN secretary general Ban Ki-moon and Arab League chief Nabil Elaraby appointed Ban's predecessor Kofi Annan as joint special envoy on the Syrian crisis. Annan "will provide good offices aimed at bringing an end to all violence and human rights violations, and promoting a peaceful solution to the Syrian crisis," a UN statement said."

International Red Cross is now in Homs, so good to know.

Tale of Tail

How to stay trim and slim?
Go the extra mile.
Cross boundaries.
Take risks.
Explore.
The rewards may be many,
some unexpected.

Beatle Mania






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The Shuffle

A bunch of kids (maybe 20) some with weird, slicked hairdos, showed off the Shuffle (fancy foot work, even flips through the air) on the plaza, accompanied to some wild, caned (break?) music - fun. 
No camera - no photos, so sorry.

Beware - Black Cat!

Beware - Black Cat!

There goes my 'hood

Today, as I walked my pups past (as I do so often, although not in snow like we had in 2007, thank God-dess) I watched as the business sign was being carried away and the place what obviously in process of closing up. Another victim to the economy, very sad as this was a gallery that showed mainly local talent and exceptional work at that, unusual and very interesting exhibits were to be experienced there. It made me actually forget that the ground breaking Mothering Magazine (distributed nation wide as it spear headed midwifery, home births and breast feeding, an invaluable resource to any new mother) had made it's home in that building for a number of years. The Box Gallery though was one of the earliest galleries to move to the then still developing, new and improved Railyard district, that now holds some of our top notch galleries.
This shoe box of a rental was rumored to go for $4000/month but stood empty until a cutesy artsy and craftsy one of a kind boutique took it over, but not for very long, maybe a year or two. I did not mourn their demise and rather welcome the new bric a brac outlet for all, or some things French. Those french folks were in, then out, then I watched them move back in again the other day.
Shocking that the seemingly very popular and long standing Cafe Paris suddenly disappeared. It was so charming in Burro Alley with outdoor seating, not far from the plaza. They had moved to a much less fortunate location, probably considerably cheaper, the lovely, but hidden local of the former Mission Cafe. Now they are back on the corner of Burro Alley with another lovely courtyard. They bake the best croissants in town and are frequently sold out already late in the mornings.
The Palace Tea House, located right adjacent to the cathedral allowed dogs in and had low tables and seating. The service was very negligent. Dreadlocked folks preferred to hang out rather then attend to potential customers, still the place had atmosphere, while the replacement has none.
The Aztec Cafe used to allow dogs inside and for a while became a favorite spot to hang out with my then new dog, my Isabella-girl. For decades they were known for good coffee and a hang out for street folks. They tried to upgrade, discourage hanging out too long for too little, offered farm to table fresh produce meals and folded within a few months. Such a shame. I liked the idea and certainly their new shingle. They reverted to the older version, but had to give up. It has been closed of late.
Ah, Cloud Cliff bakery, restaurant and art space, gone now for years, had been a main stay for decades. The place had atmosphere, served great bread baskets, but could not boast of attentive service. Still hard to grasp that it is no more, although Wilem, the Dutch guy still brings his breads to the market.
Saint Francis Hotel seems busy as ever, but the lovely lace curtains that gave such a sense of spaciousness are gone, the interior redone along monastic lines of solid, but barren aesthetics.s

The above are only a few of so many changes, especially of late, that leave me feeling strangely unsettled. The economy and last summer's fires have been rough on the businesses for tourists. Never thought I would hanker for some predictability, for a sense of permanence. But too much change feels like the rug is pulled from beneath. Well, who cares about rugs, not me, it is o.k. to stand on terra firma, to feel the earth without any part of culture getting in between. Some good may come from change, yes, they do say when one door closes another might open. One new open door I discovered only today is the one to the Swiss, yes, Swiss Bakery in what used to be Corazon, our former Blues club that had opened only in 2004. But I am all for sweets and already put in a bid for Gateaux Bullois, a specialty of Bulle, Switzerland, made from walnuts and honey covered in rich dark chocolate - divine. Consoled with a bite of sweets I may very well face the inevitable changes yet to come.