He was trying to sell the rocks, that are sitting in front of him on the stone wall, to everyone who was entering and leaving the store. He was intoxicated and lonely … desperately lonely and I get the feeling that the rocks were just a way to engage in conversation with anyone who would give him a quick minute.
I was sitting in the car waiting for the person I was with to come out of the store. A captive audience so to speak.
He opened the conversation with, “I don’t want no money, honest” as he was walking up to my opened window. He showed me the “precious stones” that he was trying to sell and wanted to know if I knew what they were. I didn’t.
He went on to tell me how he was a retired firefighter who was present at the 911 tragedy in NY and how he helped pull 300 bodies out of the rubble. After that he disappeared to Alaska and lived in Glacier National Park for 9 years and didn’t speak to another human being for the whole time. Next bit of conversation was about how he was heading back to the family ranch in Chimayo and he didn’t even know if his family was still alive. Being from Chimayo he is a very spiritual person and a priest which he “proved” by showing me his dreamcatcher and cross tattoos. Dreamcatcher on the right arm and cross on the left.
I hope he makes it to wherever he is actually heading and that when he gets their he finds peace.
According to their website (http://ghostbikes.org): Ghost Bikes are small and somber memorials for bicyclists who are killed or hit on the street. A bicycle is painted all white and locked to a street sign near the crash site, accompanied by a small plaque.
I didn’t see a plaque with this one and it is not on the map on the Ghost Bike website map. However there is a name: Scott Dwane Lane and a date: 1956 – 2012 marked on the bicycle itself.
I like a car with a cool mohawk. I’ve never tried the beer but using a car with a cool mohawk as advertisement peaks my interest.
These were growing in the foothills of the Sandia Mountains. I don’t actually know what they are but they looked like baseball sized watermelons to me.
This is one of my favorite doors. I love the carvings and the hardware. It is located in Old Town at The Fashion Symphony Boutique.(page seems to be under construction so here is their Facebook page too) I have never shopped there but if I ever do I will provide an update about the shopping experience.
Not a site you usually see on a Downtown Albuquerque street. There was a National Association of the Buffalo Soldiers & Troops Motorcycle Club convention going on. More specifically it was the Central Maryland Chapter according to their website.
I actually took this a week or two ago but forgot about it. The storm was spectacular as was the lightening which I missed in this photo.
It was really quiet downtown where I came across this news van just sitting. Right after I took this photo the guy in the front seat got out and start to cordon off an area. I guess they were getting ready to film a piece for the news.
Sadly, it must be or it wouldn’t be there. I can’t imagine some of the things that have taken place here if they felt the need to put such a blunt sign.
Yesterday’s sky and the storm did not live up to what these clouds seemed to be predicting.