Casa San Ysidro

This past Saturday, I went out to see if I might find and capture some interesting street shots for one of the photographic groups I participate in online, so I headed down to Corrales. It was a bit wintry, but when I passed by the Old Church and Casa San Ysidro, I noticed that the parking lot was packed. “What’s this?” I asked myself, “Is there some sort of event going on?” So, I parked and investigated. Indeed, there was a history lecture going on at Casa San Ysidro. Unfortunately, I was on my way across town and didn’t have the time to attend the lecture, but I was excited to have the opportunity to go inside and shoot. Architecture and history trump street every single time in my book… .

Gate, Casa San Ysidro
Casa San Ysidro "OSHM"
Casa San Ysidro “OSHM’

One of the first people I encountered there was Aaron Gardner, the site manager. Now, I am definitely not like my father, who was an anthropological portrait photographer first and foremost. I and am very reticent about photographing people, but was struck by his beautiful eyes — inherited from his mother, he says — and asked if I might take his portrait. (Gasp!) He was happy to oblige.

Aaron Gardner, Dir.
Aaron Gardner, Site Manager at Casa San Ysidro

On with the photos I captured, then…

Here is one of the compound bell. I liked it in B&W:

Bell B&W
Dinner Bell (?)

The horno (oven) is in the corner of the compound. Another one I liked in B&W and processed in Silver Efex:

Horno in  B&W
Horno in B&W

Here is another shot of it, in color and a bit wider:


Staying with the fiery theme for a moment, here is the smithy, or at least part of it:


Barn Door

Barn doors
Barn door
The wagon “garage”
Wagon detail
Wagon detail
Hitching post
Hitching post detail
One of the buildings
Log cabin
Cabin detail
Corner doorway
Compound window, shuttered

More of this album is visible on Flickr.



For some reason, I got distracted by sheep today; Bighorn sheep to be exact. Out they popped from my archive, and I suspect that there are more lurking in there. If and when they do, I’ll add them to the album.

I captured these over the span of several years, mostly when I was working as a “met man” in their habitat, but also just hiking around in the Carson National Forest. I’m pretty sure that there are more from other forests in New Mexico and Arizona, but that those are the lurkers in the archive.

To wit, sheep, Bighorn Sheep:

Wandering by the roadside…

The Fox

One of the things I always liked to do, and devoted a collection to on Google Plus, was to share literary quotes and snippets. Here is one from one of my favorite books, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s The Little Prince


“It was then that the fox appeared.

“Good morning,” said the fox.

“Good morning,” the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.

“I am right here,” the voice said, “under the apple tree.”

“Who are you?” asked the little prince, and added, “You are very pretty to look at.”

“I am a fox,” the fox said.

“Come and play with me,” proposed the little prince. “I am so unhappy.”

“I cannot play with you,” the fox said. “I am not tamed.”

“Ah! Please excuse me,” said the little prince.

But, after some thought, he added:

“What does that mean –‘tame’?”

“You do not live here,” said the fox. “What is it that you are looking for?”

“I am looking for men,” said the little prince. “What does that mean–‘tame’?”

“Men,” said the fox. “They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?”

“No,” said the little prince. “I am looking for friends. What does that mean–‘tame’?”

“It is an act too often neglected,” said the fox. It means to establish ties.”

“‘To establish ties’?”

“Just that,” said the fox. “To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . .”

“I am beginning to understand,” said the little prince. “There is a flower . . . I think that she has tamed me . . .”

“It is possible,” said the fox. “On the Earth one sees all sorts of things.”

“Oh, but this is not on the Earth!” said the little prince.

The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.

“On another planet?”


“Are there hunters on that planet?”


“Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?”


“Nothing is perfect,” sighed the fox.

But he came back to his idea.

“My life is very monotonous,” the fox said. “I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . .”

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.

“Please–tame me!” he said.

“I want to, very much,” the little prince replied. “But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand.”

“One only understands the things that one tames,” said the fox. “Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me . . .”

“What must I do, to tame you?” asked the little prince.

“You must be very patient,” replied the fox. “First you will sit down at a little distance from me–like that–in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day . . .”

The next day the little prince came back.

“It would have been better to come back at the same hour,” said the fox. “If, for example, you come at four o’clock in the afternoon, then at three o’clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o’clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . .”

“What is a rite?” asked the little prince.

“Those also are actions too often neglected,” said the fox. “They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all.”

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near–

“Ah,” said the fox, “I shall cry.”

“It is your own fault,” said the little prince. “I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . .”

“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.

“But now you are going to cry!” said the little prince.

“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.

“Then it has done you no good at all!”

“It has done me good,” said the fox, “because of the color of the wheat fields.” And then he added:

“Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret.”

The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.

“You are not at all like my rose,” he said. “As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world.”

And the roses were very much embarassed.

“You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you–the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.

And he went back to meet the fox.

“Goodbye,” he said.

“Goodbye,” said the fox. “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

“What is essential is invisible to the eye,” the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”

“It is the time I have wasted for my rose–” said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.

“Men have forgotten this truth,” said the fox. “But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose . . .”

“I am responsible for my rose,” the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.”

So, here goes

I got some of G+ imported here, anyway. WP seems to have (at least partially) inhaled it, including downloading photos to storage here. Hm.

Now to get on with it and tidy the place up a bit, maybe even create some content!

A long time ago, in the time of Picasa, I liked to share photo albums like this on #GooglePlus; vignettes illustrating a day on the trail or some story — in this case, the day that NMFireHorse, GeoWalkabout, Bronco and I hiked out in pursuit of the Tapia Canyon Time Trek geocache My knees complained, but my eyes cracked the whip. So totally worth it. Must go back with better lenses…

Tapia Canyon
In the slot portion, the album seems to like the first shot I shared

A song for G+ from my fav. supergroup, The Traveling Wilburys: End Of The Line
Not exactly a #phototune unless you got to ‘Chock a block’ in the album, I suppose…

#TheGoodOldDaysofGplus #TheGoodOldDaysofG+