Sunday, May 24, 2015

Double Header

The Immel two for one sale Saturday night at Wilder Nightingale was quite the party. Big thanks to all that attended the Peggy and Steve duet aka "Monument." Thanks, too, for all the wonderful comments. We’re glad everyone enjoyed our inaugural two person exhibition.

While we had very different takes on the Rio Grande del Norte National Monument folks seemed to feel that Peggy’s paintings and my photographs coexisted quite effectively.


Thanks to my dear friend the photographer Daryl Black who was in attendance with her husband weaver Fred Black I have at least one photograph that shows a sliver of the festivities. This one is yours truly with the ever stylish Thea Swengel and her bon vivant painter spouse John Farnsworth. In the background looms the star of the evening, the immortal Victor “Cuba” Hernandez. Cuba was, as far as I could tell, “the most interesting man in the world” Saturday night.

Steve, Thea, John and Cuba just behind .

Cuba and Daddy

White Sage and Borregos

Winter Dance

Cuba and Perros
Thanks everybody.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Corral to Corral


It’s a good thing I called to check on the sheep. Andrew Abeyta told me he’d be moving the critters back to the Taos Plateau the very next day. That was April 30. So I rousted myself at dark o’clock and was nosing around Mogote by 8.

The first day of the walk back was one hell of a lot easier than January's slog through shin deep mud. Then of course I was driving this time. We got as far as a rickety corral in the village of San Antonio. I couldn’t be part of day two's  festivities due to pressing matters that shall go unexplained. That’s mostly because I don’t remember why I couldn’t continue. I do know Cuba is encamped on one of side or the other of US 285 near San Antonio Mountain as we speak. I just have to find the boy before June 16 when he heads for the high mountains.

The following show the gist of the day which began in a corral in Mogote and wound up in a corral in San Antonio. Write your own damn story.










You get the picture.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Mother Roads

I'm fascinated by US Highway 285, the road that cuts a diagonal course across New Mexico from the Texas border to Colorado just south of Antonito. It's is on my endless list of photography projects though I haven’t explored for its own sake in several years. Many of the sheep herding images on the Taos Plateau were taken within a properly inflated football throw of 285, a connection I didn't make till yesterday morning.

Where 285 crosses I-40 east of Albuquerque lives an iconic truck stop called Cline’s Corners. I don’t know if that’s the name of an actual town or just the name of the business. I do know that it’s a picture post card of Eisenhower’s interstate highway system.  

Cline's Corners

Then a little farther south 285 enters the metropolis of Vaughn which like most rural New Mexico towns wouldn't exist were it not for the BNSF railroad.

Vaughn

More sheep will follow shortly. I followed the critters half way back to New Mexico on April 30 but haven't had initiative to wade through 1,000 images for the best half dozen. The one below was begging to be seen, however.

Penco lambs

If this doesn't make you a vegetarian there's no hope for you.

Sunday, May 03, 2015

Ripples and Ridges



When we visited the Spring Harvest Festival at Tierra Wools in beautiful downtown Los Ojos I thought that I'd grab some folksy shots of sheep being sheared and weavers at their looms. And while that was there for the taking it was the rippled and bent corrugated roof of Tierra Wools that captured my fancy. Got a thing about the angles, shadows and edges that the low brow metal reveals.

Tierra Wools is the soul of tiny Los Ojos which sits just north of Tierra Amarilla on the way to Chama. It's a worthy day trip and absolutely brimming with character. While you're there check out my friend Fred Black's extraordinary rugs. Or see them at www.bigsageartisans.com.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Early cowboy period

My thumbing adventures didn’t end with my 1964 NYC to Florida to Arizona hitchhiking odyssey. In early 1966 I I needed work more than school so when my buddy Jim Walters asked me to help him open his Village Inn Pizza Parlor franchise in Fort Lauderdale I jumped. Jim had been my boss at the original Village Inn in Tempe for a couple of years and we’d become good pals. He suggested that I meet him in Dayton, Ohio where he was training then we’d drive to Florida with his wife Sandy and their toddlers Jimmy and Michael.

I lacked dependable wheels at that particular moment. My grill deficient 1954 Oldsmobile with mismatched tires could barely make it from North Tempe to Tempe proper. That left me the option of hitchhiking east in a borrowed ASU letter jacket. My roommate at the time, the swashbuckling Vance Dernovitch, thought I’d have better luck masquerading as a jock than a hobo. He loaned me his basketball playing brother Rex’s jacket, a garment we had used to great effect in gin mills throughout the Valley of the Sun.

It took me three rides to get to the outskirts of Dayton where Jim picked me up. The first ride took me from the north side of Phoenix to Flagstaff where Pat Conley, an All-Big 10 linebacker at Purdue, took me to Fort Wayne with no stops. We traded driving shifts, had a quick beer and I got a ride to Dayton within ten minutes. Pat told me that he wouldn't have stopped but for the jacket with the big gold A.

The garment sure did the trick. I got from Phoenix to Dayton as fast as if I’d driven straight through in twenty some odd hours.

Alas I have no photographs to burnish the hitchhiking part of the tale but do have a photo taken by brother Dernovitch just after I returned to Tempe at Christmas of 1966.


We were shooting north of Phoenix when Vance caught me with the moustache that triggered a wagon train of trouble. 

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Denizens of the ditch

Last Saturday was spring cleaning on the Pacheco ditch (acequia) that flows from the Rio Pueblo south into Ranchos de Taos. This year, as last, the cleaning began at our new head gate and ended just behind the Immel hacienda. It took ten of us about four hours. Our annual effort keeps the cool mountain water flowing freely to each of our parcels along its serpentine path. Sometimes the work borders on backbreaking and other times, as this year, it’s a casual stroll through field and farm as you reconnect with vecinos (neighbors) you may not have seen since the last time you shoveled and raked.

I carried my pocketable Sony RX100 Mark II so I could grab shots of the work but wound up instead with headshots. One is of John Hall, once a textbook publisher in Cambridge and a former resident of Lincoln, MA as we are. John has been on my list of potential victims since I met him at our first cleaning eight years ago. The other is of the wired for sound Russell Droke.

Gentleman rancher John Hall

Russell "The Dervish" Droke

When I asked Russell if I could photograph him he said, “Why not. I’m used to it.” And now you know why.  He's got some mug on him.            

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Nunca as in never


Last summer I posted long exposures of the Martinez Hacienda. They were taken as I described then with a graduated neutral density filter which allowed exposures of up to thirty seconds in this instance. It's also the last time I used the handy device. The thing seems to lend volume to the images and make the texture of the adobe very pronounced and as such should be revisited. 



The dial an exposure filter at its most dense reaches does necessitate using a tripod and that's probably why it hasn't seen more use. Hate the darn things.