Ever since I’ve lived here, the tree outside my front door has been occupied by crows. This year I’ve been hearing a new song coming from the tree. I showed the picture above to a bird-watching friend, and he said it’s a house finch, one of the most common birds in the country. Apparently they are native to the American Southwest, but as suburbs and housing popped up they were able to work their way to the East. It would have been a rarity to see one of these birds outside of this region in my lifetime.
Here’s the last picture I’ll post of the pilgrimage to Chimayo. Off to the side of the road, there were several little shrines similar to ones I posted earlier this week. This rider looked to be leading expeditions on horseback to one shrine that was particularly far off the road.
Another photo from my pilgrimage to Chimayo. A Catholic priest had set up a roadside confessional, I believe in the back of a truck.
Yet another picture from last week’s pilgrimage to Chimayo.
Here’s a shot of the road to Chimayo, converted to black and white for your viewing pleasure.
I hinted last week that I was going to make the pilgrimage to Chimayo on Good Friday. I overheard a sheriff on horseback saying that he thought 10,000 people made the walk to the church that day. It was a great experience and I’m definitely going to go longer next year. This is the church at the end of the walk, but I may post pictures of some of the people I met along the way later in the week.
Every Good Friday there’s a mass pilgrimage to the Catholic Church in Chimayo. Some people walk hundreds of miles. I’m going with a neighbor, but we’re to park closer than that and take the last 4-5 miles of the walk.
My town had a March for Our Lives event this weekend. I stopped by the rally but did not have my camera. This is not a picture from that event, but another protest march earlier this year.
I’m decent enough at curling and bowling that I don’t embarrass myself in league play, and I do my best to keep up in my yoga classes. I was a committed jogger until my legs stiffened up late last year from repetition and overwork. I was less successful with tennis (cut short by a bad case of tendonitis) and ice skating (a general feeling of insecurity on the narrow skate blades), but I tried.
Well let’s add golf to my resume. I took lessons when I was a kid, as evidenced by the epic picture up top. I seem to remember being alright, but mostly I remember this picture, which appeared on the front page of my hometown paper. I went a few times in high school, but I fell out of the habit. I just signed up for some adult lessons that start early next month. I’d love to do a round of 18 holes again someday, but a journey of a thousand miles etc.
I took this picture two years ago and a little east of here.