I am experiencing the lasts. The last time we eat at our favorite New Mexican joint. The last time in Eldorado, where we spend the day touring art studios and having a glass of wine with Judith and Will. The last time playing with the guys at the tennis table club. The last time at Lan’s, Taberna, Counter Culture. Maybe …
The Pilgrims of El Santuario de Chimayó
Two friends walk, one covered in tattoos on his neck and hands. A family walks, wearing matching T-shirts commemorating a dear, lost relative. A man walks, carrying a large cross made out of wood, PVC and foil over his shoulder. Two girls walk, holding crosses of clothespins at their hearts. A young man walks, his steps contorted by a muscular …