The next big event in Santa Fe is the Indian Market. No. It’s not what you are thinking. It’s about American Indian arts and crafts. Santa Fe fills up with about 40,000 extra people per weekend day, which is just about half of the city’s normal population. As you might expect, parking is very hard to find. Viewers and shoppers flow into the plaza and then onto the side streets in what looks like one continuous flow of humankind.

A word about the name that I used, American Indian. That seems to be the latest proper way to name Original People since there was a discussion on a show called “Native American Calling.” The host made a point that anyone born on United States soil is really a Native American. The callers settled on American Indian and that name seems to be catching on.

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I’ve been going to Garcia’s for years. I started going when I was just passing through Albuq – uerque on the way from somewhere to either Santa Fe or Taos. I’ve been eating there for probably 30 years. There were two when I began. There is one on Central Avenue, which is what this image shows and one on Fourth Street. There are a few more smaller versions open today, but none have quite the cache of the first two. I think, back in the 1990s, the hip crowd in Nob Hill discovered it. I’ll never forget visiting a colleague and friend who, along with his wife, took me to this “cool” cafe for breakfast. When we got there, a line stretched down the block. I’m not sure the Garcia family would agree with me, but I’m glad those days are over. Garcia’s is back to what it should be, a blue collar joint for locals. Oh yeah. In Fall, the posole is the best. Their green chile is home roasted and always good.


It seems like, for better or worse, I might have a little too much work. The good is obvious. It’s hard getting work these days. The bad isn’t so obvious since I don’t really talk about personal issues on this blog. I’ll keep it short. Back in November of last year, I had my right hip diagnosed as being toast. That’s the technical term. It seems like 30 years of carrying about 30 pounds of gear on one side caught up with me. I scheduled my hip replacement surgery. I finally had it in March. Yes, those surgeries are very popular. Even though I’m out and about and working a lot these days, the total healing time is somewhere around 12 to 18 months. I tire easily. I can’t work a full day if I’m walking. However, I’ve been doing way too much marketing and that has been generating work which is mostly long term projects. But, they are the kind of projects that will keep me moving. I have a US cities project that is ongoing and is starting to take on a life of its own. I have a baseball project which I can dovetail with cities. There are others which will fit in with all the rest. It could be worse. I could be begging for work. As they say, “be careful what you wish for.”


This is an out take from the Worldwide Photo Walk, which I keep confusing with David Letter – man’s production company which he calls Worldwide Pants. Again, our shoot — or area of coverage — was based in Albuquerque’s Old Town. This man is an American Indian who sells his crafts on the plaza in Old Town. He comes about once a month. There are identical scenes like this in the plazas in Santa Fe. In Albuquerque, Old Town actually stretches in every direction away from the plaza and into the little surrounding neighborhoods where are there some very quaint, old and attractive houses.


Agua Fresca is a Mexican semi-sweet drink made of fresh fruits, water and little sweetener from an Agave plant. You see it at state fairs and the like. The very best is home made since the recipe is a little more controlled. I had some amazing Lavender Agua Fresca at the Lavender Festival. It is very clean tasting with a hint of the fruit or flower that gives the drink its unique taste. Unfortunately, the drink that you find at state fairs — like the image — is mass produced and usually has some food coloring to attract attention and potential customers. It may also be too sweet since Agave syrup is a little pricey and it is often replaced with simple syrup or sugar.


Once again, I return to the churches series. This is a little collection of crosses at St. Francis Cathedral in Santa Fe. They represent the Stations of the Cross that is celebrated on Good Friday prior to Easter Sunday. The interesting this about the cathedral is that, although there is a huge and massive main church, there are little side chapels that are used for individual prayers and offerings. On one side, it looks like the chapel was added sometime in the late 1800s. But, this chapel, on the other side of the cathedral, appears to have been built in the late 1950s or early 1960s. I guess that you could say the cathedral is a living thing and not simply a monument.


This image was made inside the Church of St. Phillip Neri. It is my second entry in the World Wide Photo Walk event. It is enhanced slightly using Topaz software which seems to bring out color spectrum that the sensor sees but can’t reproduce without help. To the naked eye, the colorful areas just look like sunlit white marble. This may be the only unique image I made during the walk, since it did not occur to most of my colleagues to go inside of any building with the exception of the little chapel.


Sometime in the middle of the World Wide Walk that I talked about yesterday, this guy pulled up in a fully restored 1952 Pontiac. He parked it on the street in front of the plaza and across for the Church of St. Phillip Neri. I asked if I could photograph it and he was fine with that. I thought I had something fairly unique because in some frames I had the American Indian hood ornament — the great old orange-yellow plastic chief’s head — contrasted against the crosses of the Church of St. Phillip Neri. But, no. That was not to be. Along came about 20 of my fellow walkers who proceeded to shoot that car as fast as they could. It looked sort of like a bad press conference. Oh well. I like this closer, more detail oriented image just as well.


I think I’ve written about the signifi – cance of Our Lady of Guadalupe to many of our New Mexican residents. Her very iconic statue is found almost everywhere in the state. This one was found in a small chapel in Albuquerque’s Old Town, which is a working plaza even though it is primarily a tourist destination. I photographed this image while I was participating in an even called the World Wide Photo Walk, a brainchild of Photoshop guru Scott Kelby. According to the website it was a very small affair. There were only 30,000 photographers scattered around the globe making images for about two hours. Only. Sounds like the punchline to a bad joke. At any rate, I had a very good time. I met some of the local photography community whom I didin’t know, made a few nice “shnapps” as an old professor of mine used to say and worked in Old Town in the morning.