Something about these little Mexican ladies–I love them!
Before I quit posting photos and stories about our recent trip to San Diego for the wedding of our eldest and his bride, may I show you some pictures of art that my camera liked in the streets among farmers markets and art shows and Old Town stores?
Here’s my confession: I love metal folk art. Simply love it. Prepare yourselves.
I mean–look at this guy! Isn’t he the greatest?
This fellow is crooning a blue-guitar song to you…
Here that music? Doncha want to dance on the streets of Old Town in San Diego?
Now let’s look at this sun-dappled pot. Ancient Mayan spirits will tell your destiny if you but pause and listen.
Such a cheerful sun. I am never usually tempted to buy this art. It’s too expensive. But I love to feel the spirit of it dancing in the shops and stalls.
Oh here’s our guy again. I think his horn croons about the whales out in the ocean. Or maybe the senoritas down at Cafe Coyote.
This art lures patrons inside for a plate of crisp nachos piled high with earthy black beans, smoky cheese and oh-la-la hot salsa, I am so sure.
Bienvenidos! Come in, come in!
The blue cock. Don’t you just LOVE it?
“May I take your picture?” I begged the woman. “Take a picture of the Cuban Jesus,” she insisted.
Oh, isn’t the camera sly? It snapped again and captured Jesus AND the woman. Art and spirit merged together…
I’m not sure I would want to know the woman in this art. But the art draws you in, mesmerizes you, pushes you past pre-conceived judgments.
“Ma’am, please don’t take pictures of my art!” one vendor said. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I replied and attempted to tell my camera to behave.
Camera celebrates art celebrating life! Life is ALIVE with Spirit, isn’t it?
The camera takes pictures of human art. Goodbye San Diego…may you continue to create art…and feed our spirits…