Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Airport trivia

The Santa Fe airport is the least busy airport of any Capitol city in
the galaxy. I'm just guessing, but having three commercial flights a
day makes it a pretty safe bet. Baggage handlers process up to dozens
of bags a day.

Wow. I've been on the plane one hour and we've already started our
descent. Next stop, London!

The Santa Fe Airport


It's pretty cool how in Santa Fe the airplane pulls up to within a few
feet of the back door. The UFO formations in the photo are common here. Nobody pays
any attention to them any more since that Roswell incident in 1947. We
finally figured out they're just publicity-crazy. Wacky aliens.

Attention please: JT has left the building

Not unlike Elvis, I just left the Santa Fe airport terminal, headed
straight for London Heathrow Airport (except for a quick 2 hour
layover in some little backwater Texas town called Dallas).

Flying out of Santa Fe instead of Albuquerque is... hmmm, what's the
word? Oh yeah: "lonely."

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Another Holiday Greeting

From friend Saville Ryan: Peace to All Nations & Happy Holidays!

Saville took this photo in the famed Kyoto Gardens, in the yuakushi-ji temple complex that dates back to the 7th Century.


A Very Merry Wiedenbrueck Christmas To All



No, I'm not in Weidenbrueck, Germany (near Bielefeld), but my friend (and fellow high school band pal) John Hicks has lived there for many years with his family. They're all talented musicians who teach and perform with various groups.

The picture shows John and his son Jesse before playing a Big Band concert at the Christmas Market in Wiedenbrueck. Unfortunately the photos show them in their everyday work clothes. I wish they'd sent pictures of themselves dressed up for the concert. From what I understand, they wear very festive costumes.


Saturday, December 12, 2009

My fingers emit sparks of fire

A recent painting, 30 x 40 inches.

My fingers emit sparks of fire with expectation of my future labors.
William Blake


The Violin

A friend plucks the strings of a used violin at the Sunday Artists Market that meets in the Farmers Market building.