Greetings from New Mexico.
Went walking with my brother up in the hills
around the pueblo ruins again today.
Beautiful sunshine, deafening silence,
only crickets chirping and not a soul to be seen -
except for the dude who decided to do the strimming - or weed whacking as they say round these parts.
Easter Sunday of all days.
So Steve and I headed up the trail, away from the racket.
And it occurred to me that I would like to show you one of the many cacti which grow round here.
This is called a cholla. It’s very common here.
A savage thing if it catches you. It has tiny barbs all along its needles and can really hurt if you try to pull the needle out.
So best to keep your distance.
Actually, they also bloom.
Some of the yellow flowers were just starting to blossom.
Local artists use the dried out dead cholla for artwork, and you often see it around in gift shops and galleries.
I have a huge piece in the house, which I have been sanding and cleaning for years. I want to make a lampshade with it.
Don’t ask! I have an exact vision! It will be wonderful!
Here is a little saint I picked up in Santa Fe the other day,
made out of cholla.
Isn’t he delightful?
He even has a tiny turpuoise heart, to ward off evil spirits.
I think he has a very MAKE ART NOT WAR feel about him,
Love & Hugs,