Halfway between San Miguel de Allende and Leon Mexico I grabbed my camera from my bag for one last quick shot of the Mexican countryside. Isn’t it beautiful? Doesn’t it look like Dreamland? This shot is natural no enhancements or cropping or sharpening or dulling or saturating or contrasting ANYTHING. Not that there is a single thing wrong with Photoshopping the entire world if one should think that a good idea. I think things look pretty good most of the time The Way They Are. Oh. And there’s the one small matter of not having Photoshop. But anyway back to this photo. I think what happened is the eye of the camera somehow ricocheted off the reflected light from the window and accidently snapped a photo of the inside of my brain. Because when I close my eyes and think of Mexico this is exactly what I see.
The page above from my visual journal is incomplete. I have yet to scribble all over it in my bad penmanship. Perhaps I will do it tomorrow while basking in the sunshine on my fine serape at Echo Park Lake. I’m taking an extended field trip while Monk’s sister returns for act II of her One-Woman Traveling Cleaning Show. I would hate to get in between her and her Lysol POWER Toilet Bowl Cleaner that removes rust and mineral stains. I would hate that very much. Plus it would scare me.
These painted sacred hearts were hanging with bright ribbon from many doors and balconies in San Miguel. I’m hanging mine from the inside of my windows. Although after checking out Lisa Hoffman’s site today I may send them to her so she can make me a distressed-wooden-painted-tin-heart-hanging-thing. Who knows where I’ll glue the sequined pieces. I bet Lisa will know. She knows everything.
This luscious mailart from Linda Koch was waiting for me when I returned from Mexico. That woman is a cyclone of creative activity.
Is it just my imagination or can you see the outline of a boar’s tusk in my birdbath? When I walked by this dangerous section of garden this morning I swore I heard digging and snorting sounds. My sister concurs with me that it’s a wild boar all right. A pair of them rooting around for morels.