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Victor "Cuba" Hernandez |
I first introduced you to Victor Hernandez also known as Cuba in my January 29, 2011 post. Then last Friday I encountered him again at his campsite
on the flank of a sheep strewn hillock across from San Antonio Mountain. The second time was every bit as special.
Prophetically, just as our conversation had turned to my 2011 adventure with Cuba I turned east to the Taos Plateau. After half a mile we passed between two shallow hills with rocky spines and I spied a corrugated trailer with hundreds of grazing borregos just beyond. “It’s Cuba,” I shouted with total delight. I couldn’t have shown the timelessness of northern New Mexico any better. It was an absolute gift.
As we got close to the trailer a slightly hunched figure came out to greet us. My passengers were just a little apprehensive since Cuba was packing heat. I rolled down the window greet him while summoning my slightly improved Spanish to remind him that I had visited several years before, that I had photographed him with his dogs Daddy and Puppy and had mailed photographs of him and his perros to his patron, Alfonso Abeyta. His eyes lit up as he described the photographs as “grande.” They were, in point of fact, not so grande 8”x10"s but no matter.
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Cuba and Daddy |
He proudly declared that he was seventy years old and said
he would be camped with his sheep till February and then would herd them to the
Abeyta spread just over the Colorado border. It was minus 15 in his neck of the woods last night. You get the picture.
The portrait up top was worth the price of admission.