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Seven Days

Day 1.

Seven days, seven B&W photos of your life. No people, no explanation.

Another memory from the fire. The day that I drove my friends brother to see what the damage was, we walked through the remains of both houses. We took photos, so that the two families could see for themselves. Residents were still not allowed back.

We found a few angel chotchkies that had sat on his mother’s kitchen windowsill. And all the knives were sitting upright and perfectly spaced as if they were still in the wood block. Only they were now on the floor, and missing all of their handles.

Some of the adobe walls of her parents house were still standing, leaning slightly. And all along them, on both sides, was a pile of sand. Adobe that had been shed.

Ok Sheila, where are you going with this?

At my friend’s house, (same property) I found a perfect Sea Biscuit. Pristine white, just sitting there. I reached to pick it up, and it disintegrated through my fingers.

How in the world, does a delicate sea shell survive (almost) a wildfire?

Day 2

Day 3

We celebrated my brother’s birthday last weekend, HaPpY BiRtHdAy Brother! When he arrived at the house after dark, he accidentally ran over a King snake. King snakes are immune to the venom of other snakes. Including Rattlesnakes. They take on snakes and prey larger than they are, and kill by squeezing the victim to death. They are not poisonous. If you look closely, you can see that the stripes are not all perfect.

My brother didn’t want to hurt him, so he moved the snake to the other side of the street. But I, and my brother’s wife, told him the humane thing to do was to kill him quickly. It was obvious that the tire had clipped the snake’s head.

I kept getting close, to get a good picture. Everyone told me to back up, but the snake was barely moving. Besides, that was the most exciting thing to happen during this seven-day challenge!

So yeah, I am a weenie about spiders, but I can handle snakes.

Day 4

Day 5

Love the “changing” shapes of the mountains.

Day 6

New growth. Five or six new leaves there.

Day 7

A Year In The Life Of Mingus

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Mingus Sunrise 9.22.17. SMD

August made it a year in Arizona. Thought you might enjoy a look back at the changing Mingus view. These are in reverse order. Some are more about the clouds, than the mountains. There is one of Granite mountain as well. Enjoy my friends!

Mingus Bright, 2017 SMD

Sunset over Mingus. SMD

June Sunset, Mingus Mountain

Mingus sunset, May 9 2017.

Mingus in March.

Mingus Glow.

Sunset over Granite Mountain. SMD

Morning fog at Mingus. SMD 2017

Touching the sky, reference photo.

Mingus on Christmas Eve.

Mingus 10-25-16.

Mingus mountain.

After the Storm.

Sun setting in Prescott Valley

Day 27 Of 30

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Day 27. 8 x 8 Acrylic on paper. © 2017 Sheila Delgado

Keep it simple sleepy. Still in recovery mode from the hectic trip, one more day ought a do it. Sleepy, sore, slow. It will soon pass, but that’s my reality today.

I did manage to finish painting before 8 pm. Yay! I will get to bed early. Which is a good thing. I did a stupid thing just now. I deleted my internet program. I thought it was the old one, and it kept popping up. But nope, it was the new one. Crapparoo. And I am too sleepy to remember if it is on a disc or what. I just called my techie brother to fix a problem with my DVD and streaming. And I’m gonna have to bug him again tomorrow. Really hoping it is not something he installed from online, because then I will be S.O.L.

Before putting brush to paper, I played with stripes in Photoshop. I varied the widths, to see how they made me feel. I meant to have more sky, and less earth. Oh well, still like it. Leaves more opportunity for practice and play.

New Mexico and Colorado

The purpose of the road trip was to celebrate the life of my Mother’s Uncle Johnnie. He was a hard worker, he served his country, and he was a very dear man. A cowboy through and through. My Grandmother’s baby brother, and the last of his generation.

We drove six hours to Farmington New Mexico. Rushed to change and drove another hour and half north to Dolores Colorado for the viewing. Nine hours on the road. Crazy long day. And my Uncle who was chauffeuring, had been on the road since 2 am. Saturday, another three hours on the road for the service and burial. We were able to spend some time visiting with family. Had to be to bed early to hit the road Sunday morning.

Mom and her brother Rudy were up early and on the road to get a bushel of green chiles. We learned that Hatch is actually NOT the best. I have forgotten the name of this farm, but the chile was killer!!

You have to roast it to release the flavor, and we usually do that outside on the grill. Our grill here is not set up yet, so the roasting had to be done before we left. Got it all roasted, bagged and on ice!

My Uncle and Aunt treated us to the family favorite “Sunday” breakfast. Green chile with fried potatoes, fried eggs and tortillas. YUM! I loved the chile because it was not too hot to eat. I am a wimp when it comes to chile heat. Everyone else wants it to “light your fire!” It had a full, rich flavor. We eat it like a gravy over the eggs and potatoes. You tear your tortilla into pieces, and fill it with a bite of each. And it is a rare treat. Obviously not a healthy meal. Then there is green chile enchilada casserole. Chili Rellenos, and pork green chile that is eaten like a soup. Mmmm. Oh yeah, hungry now.

In New Mexico, you can get green chiles on your egg McMuffin, and most burger joints serve it as well. Even Sonic!

The drive home took all day. Made some stops along the way, took our time. Had a great dinner in Flagstaff. And visited a nearby Cracker Barrel hoping to find Bama Mini pecan pies. No luck there. But we did get some moon pies, and butterscotch candies.

Elden Mountain, Flagstaff AZ.

Google had us turned around, but I found the 17 on my own. Thank you very much. The passengers didn’t trust me. Have to mention that because, I somehow ended up going west on the 40, instead of staying on the 17 south. There was some road construction, not sure if that was why. Or maybe because the sun was in my eyes, and we were jabbering away. But it was a blessing in disguise. A better, and seemingly shorter way to get home from Flagstaff. So now we know how to go next time!

Photos

On Navajo Nation land, the 491 between Shiprock and Gallup. Lots of flat nothing, and every once in a while…

Southwestern Colorado. On the 491 near Ute Mountain (reservation). I believe these are part of Rocky Ridge, but I am not sure. These are all the same range.

Crossing into New Mexico from Colorado, the change in scenery is almost immediate.

Notice above, that there is still plenty of evergreens on the hills. Below, is the backside of the range. The tail end. So different!

There are many legends about Ute mountain. The sleeping Ute. There is a description here, and a photo that shows the sleeping Ute.

My Mother’s family is from this area. My Father’s is from Canjilon,NM. Just north of Santa Fe and Abiquiu. Not far away. They were both raised in Colorado.

I will leave you with this, enjoy!