Having the freedom to stand out there in silence, under the sun, observing the history of this area is wonderful.
I concentrated on capturing the texture and the patterns made.
Having the freedom to stand out there in silence, under the sun, observing the history of this area is wonderful.
I concentrated on capturing the texture and the patterns made.
The streets were quiet because it’s a Saturday, but it was my intention to walk and take photos without obstruction. I only had a short time to explore before I had more official duties, but today I decided on a typical breakfast in town.
We visited Sanctuario de Chimayo
At Easter, Chimayo becomes a destination for the faithful. The Good Friday procession, the Easter Pilgrimage, is an amazing sight. During Holy Week thousands of pilgrims journey to El Santuario de Chimayó. They leave from their homes, or their cars parked on the roadside, to walk 10, 20, 30, or even 100 miles to reach Chimayo.
In the darkness before Good Friday, pilgrims line the highways north of Santa Fe carrying crosses and glow sticks. By Easter Sunday tens of thousands of worshipers have passed through
Even the hotel concierge at the closest town was a little coy. Somehow you get the feeling that something is wrong, but of course you have no way of working it out. He did tell us that the park closed at 8.00 pm and it was already 6.00 pm. The evening was closing in and I was anxious to catch the light and the park was 24 miles away. But we arrived in good time and prepared to pay and drive through the park.
We arrived in Santa Fe New Mexico late afternoon yesterday afternoon. We have a 4 year old and an 8 month old in tow and so we are looking at things just a little differently. However, these are a few of my favorite things to look at when I visit this amazing place. The following…
I loved the little waders and I spent quite a bit of time filming them. I think they are called Wilsons plovers. They run in cartoon style up the beach following the receding wave and then as if on cue, they turn as one and run back up the beach keeping just ahead of the wave. It was like a Bird Ballet.
Sulmona (AQ), 1975, ciabattino. (Photo credit: Fiore S. Barbato) Confetti di Sulmona (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Here I am, working on my computer and organising the next tour and if you didnt know me, you would think it was my first time. I get so excited at the prospect. "When the plane is on the runway…