On the Road is a weekday feature spotlighting reader photo submissions.
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Good Morning All,
This weekday feature is for Juicers who are are on the road, traveling, or just want to share a little bit of their world via stories and pictures. So many of us rise each morning, eager for something beautiful, inspiring, amazing, subtle, of note, and our community delivers – a view into their world, whether they’re far away or close to home – pictures with a story, with context, with meaning, sometimes just beauty. By concentrating travel updates and tips here, it’s easier for all of us to keep up or find them later.
So please, speak up and share some of your adventures and travel news here, and submit your pictures using our speedy, secure form. You can submit up to 7 pictures at a time, with an overall description and one for each picture.
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For each picture, it’s best to provide your commenter screenname, description, where it was taken, and date. It’s tough to keep everyone’s email address and screenname straight, so don’t assume that I remember it “from last time”. More and more, the first photo before the fold will be from a commenter, so making it easy to locate the screenname when I’ve found a compelling photo is crucial.
I’m slowly getting close to having more time to spend on this feature and the site – please bear with and grant me a bit more patience.
Today’s contribution is from JR in WV and next week there will be more!
Before we get to JR’s pictures, I’ve got a few things to share: last time I was in Santa Fe, I was rushed into emergency surgery for a burst appendix and was scarily close to being too far gone to save. I woke from the surgery and asked the doc and nurse if I could possibly make the opera the following night as I was looking forward to it. They smiled at me and assured me that “you never know”, and yes, I was on major doses of opiate drip joy. And no, I didn’t make it, nor the following opera two days later.
Veterans will appreciate that the surgeon who saved my life – no exaggeration – had been/was a Green Beret surgeon/instructor and since I was so funky, he didn’t really close me up so much as (literally!) used a safety pin to attach/wrap the flesh and otherwise keep the wound open. He encouraged me to get a bar of soap and scrub in there in the shower. Not sure if he was joking, but I didn’t do it (he was a bit nutty – spinning eyes and intensely gung-ho).
After I was discharged and before we left Santa Fe, I requested some chiles. The 6 hour drive back to Canon City, Colorado was the nicest-smelling you can imagine. Fresh-roasted Hatch and Socorro chiles are a drug. My oozing, open abdominal surgical cut sucked as I felt every inch of every inch of road that was horizontally not true; I intimately know the meaning of “shimmy shimmy shake”. Two days later, I was in surgery again to clean things out, and I began a slow recovery.
More recently, I had the pleasure of visiting Taos in August and it was glorious – no issues, good food, good touristy stuff, neat art. Perhaps I’ll dig up my pictures of the earthships there. At times I felt like I was on Tattoine, for reals, though as I recall in Star Wars: Galaxies, there was only one small pond on the entire planet to fish in (which I did a LOT to craft stuff), and all around Taos, there’s lots of great fishing, especially for the all-wonderful trout.
Have a wonderful weekend folks, and enjoy these great pictures!
Oh, an afterword – as the son of an immigrant and someone who was born in Africa, all I can say is “Fuck Trump and his Deplorables and the shithole they want to turn this great country into”!
In the specific case of Haitian immigrants, my family has had two housekeepers over the years, both Haitian. These are women I’ve known most of my life and I consider them as family as anyone. They worked (and one still works!) hard to give their children here, and families back home, a better life. My current housekeeper has worked for my family for 28 years; I’ve seen her put her daughter through a very prestigious Catholic girls school, then college, then law school. She is now a lawyer serving the immigrant community and taking care of her still-working mom.
Only in America, this great melting pot and opportunity mill, can a poor immigrant who works as a housekeeper have the opportunity to move to the Nation’s Capitol, improve her child’s lot in life through education, hard work, opportunity, and, yes, charity. She didn’t come from a shithole – she came from a very poor country that’s been kept down for centuries, but those conditions sharpened her. Her strength of character has improved our national fabric, and she’s no longer some poor immigrant, she’s an American, my, your – the President’s – equal. She was the first person to learn of my mother’s death once I put down the phone, and we hugged and cried and shrieked. She’s a deeply religious woman, and it was important to me that she attend my mother’s funeral (it was a religious ceremony) and reception as a guest/family. I know this family, city, and country are better because of her, and that her home country desperately needs our help, not aggravation.
As most folks won’t get to know Haitian immigrants, I felt it necessary to specifically praise them; I’ve known and met and conversed with quite a few over the years, in English and French, and I’ve never been less than impressed. Like too many places, it’s not their fault for the poverty that market economics has forced upon their country and the effects that’s had intergenerationally.
So, like John, I may at times look like a bubba, but I see myself in all the people and countries these Deplorables insult. I know we all do here, that’s one amazing part of this incredible community.
Let’s grow together lest we be pulled apart.
Today, pictures from valued commenter J R in WV.
This was the beginning of our little expedition into the American South West. Santa Fe had a Native American Art fair over the weekend we were there. Part of the plan. It rained at first, but was very sunny the day we spent on Museum Hill.
We enjoyed the visit there a lot, great food, museums, art from every perspective. I don’t know how long it would take for me to feel at home there. It is very different from West Virginia.
Old Santa Fe – Protected Sidewalk
Taken on 2008-05-23
In the summer, a bit of shade in the heat. In the winter, keeps the rain off the adobe.
Nikon D70s 105mm F5.6 1/250 sec
El Farol – est. 1835
Taken on 2008-05-23
Oldest continuously operating bar in Santa Fe – according to their signage. Who knows, really>
Nikon D70s 27mm F5.6 1/4 sec
Canyon Road back yard
Taken on 2008-05-23
Canyon Road is almost all Art Galleries or restaurant/bars. It’s really a nice walk, so much beauty!
Nikon D70s 105mm F5.6 1/640 sec
What ti says. Father and Daughter dancing, mother Shelly Morningstar was singing too. I suspect these guys win prizes at the big Pow Wows, amazing to see.
I tried to make it look like a hot summer on the plains, instead of a cool spring day on a hill top.
Nikon D70s 105mm F5.6 1/250 sec
I hate that there’s another photog in the background, didn’t want to blur that out, tho. It is what it was.
Desert between Santa Fe and Low Alamos (IIRC)
This is what the terrain is like around Santa Fe. Desert, snow capped mountains.
82mm f8.0 1/600 sec.
Waterfall in desert
Near Los Alamos, at an overlook. Contrast between the desert and the falling water.
57mm f8.0 1/1259 sec
Lush Santa Fe Courtyard
Behind those adobe building fronts, there are courtyards. Many of them aren’t lush green like this, more brick pavers and a little fountain. But this, this was a fabulous green contrast with the stark desert around the actual town.
27mm f5.6 1/250 sec.
Thank you so much J R in WV, do send us more when you can.
Travel safely everybody, and do share some stories in the comments, even if you’re joining the conversation late. Many folks confide that they go back and read old threads, one reason these are available on the Quick Links menu.