I’ve encountered nothing but kindness and charm in Albuquerque, NM, and I’ve been housesitting in this city for three months already.
Here in Albuquerque’s North Valley where I temporarily live, I’ve explored several walking trails, for this historic area is criss-crossed by ditches. These acequias, in Spanish, are long old trenches of varying widths and depths that sometime during the year, I’m told, carry water to agricultural fields. Much of the time they are dry and dusty; many are lined by ancient cottonwoods. But what I like is that walkers are welcomed in Albuquerque, so people, dogs, and horses amble along the banks of the ditches and over the dirt trails that weave between fields. Of course, we also meander the paved streets alongside both adobe and contemporary homes.
And, as in almost any place where human beings live, there is much to catch the eye of a walker—folk art, people’s art—simple and complex expressions by residents who create, paint, construct, sculpture, and weld in order to make their communities charming. The goddess Serendipity, I believe, leads me to these places. I’m always glad when I’ve remembered to bring my phone-camera with me so can preserve for myself (and you, dear blog reader) the charm of these works.
Here are a few shots taken on walks within about half-an-hour of my house:
As I finished this walk and neared home, I saw a bench (see below). The sign reads, “Sit here. Relax. Enjoy the Now.” So I did. A woman walked past me with a dog and we chatted for a bit. Then feeling restored, I got up. A voice behind me said, “Thank you for sitting there!” I turned around. It was the home owner who’d constructed the bench, thrilled that someone actually used it.
See what I mean about encountering kindness in Albuquerque?