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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 21, 2021 21:55:14 GMT -6
Santa Clara Pueblo Social
Seeking a golden moment for lost adobe Whose tremble of history echoes Under the colored chalk of sky Santa Clara Pueblo gathers the moss from our eyes With suspension globe clouds Like carrier pigeons with secret messages On a flight path from Cibola That bear the lost language of Anasazi pilgrims Whose meaning is not lost in translation For travelers on the southern spine Of a Sangre De Cristo Where no blood of Christ flows Among the clear mountain streams While sitting on the porch of eternity “Where can I get a photography permit?” “Do you want to photograph real live Indians?” Hugs embrace the wild New Mexican grass With poses like roses winding across the trellis Where holy rubies congregate In hourglass heaven
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Post by QueenFoxy on Dec 23, 2021 21:32:07 GMT -6
Sounds like a beautiful place, John.
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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 23, 2021 21:42:46 GMT -6
My wife and I made two trips there. It mesmerized us. We drove the high road to Taos across the mountains so high I got altitude sickness. But I spent a couple of days with her in a motel where I adjusted to the height. The last part was about our visit to Santa Clara Pueblo. I had the idea that there might be historic buildings to photograph there. The pueblos require permits to take pictures. But this pueblo was just a community for native Americans. So we saw some people enjoying the afternoon in their yard. When I asked where to get a photography permit a guy said "What do you want to photograph?" Then he said, "Would you like to take pictures of real Indians?" I smiled big and the family posed hugging each other and making funny poses together. It was the most loving encounter with people I'd had on any trip. They felt like family to me.
XoXoXo John
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