I found this much-played-with doll of my youth stuffed into a suitcase at my niece’s house. She had found it in my sister’s attic. I thought it had been lost forty years ago when a tornado hit my parent’s house. Unbeknownst to me, my sister had removed our old toys before the tornado hit. She’s a bit the worst for wear after being played with by two more generations of little girls after me, but her hair, in time’s dreadlocks, looks more up to date than her former perfect curls.
From Talavera pottery to still life with green strainer, the photos below depict the countertops, cupboards and drawers of my kitchen—except for the Pre-Columbian large platter that hangs outside on the wall of my front patio.
At the end of every summer, they burn weeds off the mountain. These are photos of both the mountain afire
and the lot next to my house. Good thing construction is almost entirely concrete and red tile roofs here. Well, except for the palapas which always seem to escape unscathed.
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And, of course, there is the biggest fire of summer, here shown going down. Click on any photo to enlarge all.