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  • hardie karges 2:59 pm on October 20, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Bisbee, Douglas AZ, , New Mexico,   

    Southeastern #Arizona: Borderlands and not-so-Badlands 

    My Digs in Bisbee: rustic chic

    My Digs in Bisbee: rustic chic

    When I think about ‘God’s Country’ I generally think of Oregon, or New Zealand, or southern Chile, or Mongolia, i.e. wide-open spaces, with water… and mountains, generally more god-like to me than beaches, beaches too easy too sexy too many excuses to take your clothes off, while mountains are not only higher, so closer to God, theoretically, but also cooler, so more heavenly by that very fact…

    Heaven, by definition, is ‘up there.’ Hell is ‘down there’ somewhere. So is Arizona, but that doesn’t mean it’s Hellish. Arizona is in fact one of the nation’s more mountainous states. But upper Arizona is not limited to Flagstaff, and southern Arizona can be as nice, if not nicer, for views and hues, at least in the southeast corner up near the Continental Divide. This area is not desert BTW, though certainly not a rainforest; but it’s green. I think ‘God’s Country’ is supposed to be green… (More …)

     
    • Esther Fabbricante 10:16 pm on October 20, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I am not used to reading such profound and descriptive comments – not cut and dried like our local news!
      You are never boring!

  • hardie karges 12:51 am on October 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Deming, Hurley, la Mesilla, Las Cruces, Lordsburg, New Mexico, ,   

    Borderlands, New Mexico: C U in El Paso, Pablo Picasso… 

    Arts district in El Paso, TX

    Arts district in El Paso, TX

    What difference does a line on a map make? In El Paso it means a lot, not only La Linea with Mexico, but even that smaller line with neighboring state New Mexico, El Paso itself something of a historical anomaly, part of a cartographical peninsula jutting into the then-frontier, with historical ties to Texas, not with whatever would come (much) later, i.e. New Mexico and Arizona.

    Fact is: El Paso lies almost due south of Albuquerque, so when the clouds and rain roll in, I roll south. The skies clear, and the temps warm up, almost on cue.

    But even though less than 300 miles from Albuquerque, and only slightly more to Tucson, AZ, this is still Texas, and I find myself slipping inadvertently into a southern accent, y’all. But it’s almost twice that far to the nearest Texas city of that size or larger, San Antonio, and even more to Dallas. It’s 852 miles to Beaumont, as the crow flies, on the other side of the state, down I-10. There’s only one problem: crows don’t fly down I-10. They take the I-20 turn-off to Dallas. Guess they don’t want to fly too close to the sun. (More …)

     
    • Esther Fabbricante 4:40 am on October 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      My bedtime reading again – enjoyed to the fullest – putting it mildly. You are a master of the English language.

    • hardie karges 4:51 am on October 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      And you are a master of flattery, Esther…

  • hardie karges 3:07 pm on September 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , New Mexico, Show Low, Snowflake,   

    ABQ to Tucson: Arizona Highways, Arizona Canyons 

    Salt River Canyon

    Salt River Canyon

    West of Albuquerque doesn’t look much different from Pueblo country north and south of Albuquerque, this being Pueblo country, too, though a bit higher and dryer, without the Rio Grande’s famous little trickle southwards. First comes Laguna Pueblo, then Acoma, then Zuni, hop-skipping-and-jumping over to/from the Hopi mesas where time stands still and continuous settlement goes back to times immemorial…

    But right around Gallup is where the Navajo ‘Rez’ begins, one giant emporium for rugs, turquoise and silver, just like Flagstaff used to be, in the old days. Too bad it’s Sunday—and raining—or I’d stop and have a look around. As it is, I just keep on truckin’, ‘cross the continental divide, which once featured Navajo nude dancers, if I remember correctly, ‘cross the AZ state line, where the broad New Mexican valleys and vistas gradually broaden out into something higher and flatter, plateaus and platitudes… (More …)

     
    • Esther Fabbricante 3:50 pm on September 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      “Painterly” is a good word. I wish I could write as descriptive an account of my trip with Charla to Nashville to visit Sherri and Tom; to Brentwood and Franklin, Marty Stuart photography exhibit and lunch at Union Station, dinner at the famous Loveless Cafe, and attending the funeral of country singer/ambassador George Hamilton IV in the original Ryman, and a tour back stage afterwards. A concert by Music City Roots – Australian artists who had appeared in the Americana Festival. Then to my hometown in Kingswood, KY, touring the Rockabilly Hall of Fame in Jackson, TN (where Bobby Joe Swilley is recognized for a song which he wrote about Carl Perkins, the originator of rockabilly.)

      • hardie karges 11:10 pm on September 28, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        Actually ‘painterly’ is a literal translation of the word usually translated as ‘picturesque’ from the Spanish: ‘pintoresco’…why don’t you start a blog, Esther? It’s not that hard. Go to WordPress…

  • hardie karges 12:06 am on September 23, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Globalquerque, , Los Alamos, New Mexico, Pueblos, San Felipe, , Santa Fe   

    #NewMexico: #Pueblos and #Alamos, #SantaFe and #Albuquirky 

    Rules and regs on the rez

    Rules and regs on the rez

    America has lost its center—centers—plural, every city’s central core, its coeur, abandoned in flights to the suburbs, only to hopefully return some day when some mathematical formula for redemption is hopefully satisfied. Its small towns are dead or dying, too, riddled by meth and boredom, too-simple answers to complex questions, mansions constructed on shifting sands, two-by-fours on bedrock…

    Many of them had not much reason to exist in the first place, I figure, just a wide spot in the road where two wagon trails crossed, now forgotten when the new highway skirts the central business district and shifts the center of gravity to the outer edges, with big box stores and not much else. The modern American paradigm is that every person is attached to a car at all times, no exceptions, so cities still sprawl to the hinterlands, looking for liebenschraum and a place to park that f*cking car… (More …)

     
  • hardie karges 9:17 pm on September 17, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: bluegrass, , Mamou Playboys, New Mexico, Pickamania, Sarah Jarosz, , Steve Riley   

    #SilverCity #NewMexico #USA: Hippie Fix, aaahhhh…. 

    Bluegrass, Silver City style

    Bluegrass, Silver City style

    If you were a member of the 60’s-70’s counter-culture, then it never really leaves you: that camaraderie, that look in the eye, that length of the hair, that… that… hipness that defined you as a card-carrying member of a special group, raised in revolution and defined by contrariness, contrary to the mores of ‘society’, contrary to the dictates of government, and—especially—contrary to the will of Mom and Dad. Hey, you gotta’ have priorities.

    Sure, there was a certain amount of self-satisfied know-it-all smugness to the term (i.e. I’m hip; you’re not); and the politics were never as notable as the parties; and more than a little bit of the economy was based on clandestine agriculture or Mom-and-Pop trustafarianism, but still… Being a hippie was good, and fun, and had meaning, in stark contrast to the increasing materialism of modern Western societies and the increasing militarism of the US, in particular. (More …)

     
    • Esther Fabbricante 9:38 pm on September 17, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Love it. I have a niece by marriage living in Albuquerque.
      I have never been there.
      You are the greatest.

      • hardie karges 9:47 pm on September 17, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        I’ve been in Albuquerque the last two days, escaped to Santa Fe to dodge the storms. Thanx, Esther, stay tuned…

    • Esther Fabbricante 10:32 pm on September 30, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I couldn’t begin to blog, as you suggested. No one would want to read my trivial stuff. I want all my children to read your fantastic writing and unlimited vocabulary.

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