Shields and loquats

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AMBLING ALONG the plaza two days ago, I was waiting for my child bride.

She, her sister and a nephew had walked to the mercado with a big bag of loquats, fruit from a tree in the Hacienda yard. The loquats were for the young widow of our nephew who died of cancer last winter.

The widow, about 32 years old, as was our nephew when he died, recently opened a small business in the mercado where she sells women stuff, mostly makeup. A sister of hers shares the space with a hairstyling business.

Alma is the widow’s name. It means soul in English. Why does no one name a baby Soul in English? I guess for the same reason no one names a baby Jesus either, and that’s fairly common in Spanish. We have a nephew named Jesús.

Alma is a very beautiful woman, and we hope that will help her snare another husband before long because she could use some support — financial, emotional and otherwise.

But she comes with two kids, a deal-breaker for some fellows.

Before selling her car to obtain the funds to open her mercado business, she had worked years for a television cable company, signing up new customers. The pay, however, was inadequate for her new role of single mother.

She does get occasional financial help from relatives, including my child bride.

The kids — Candra and Jaime, age 7 and 11, respectively — are very fond of loquats. They are very nice children, too young to lose their father.

After my wife, her sister and the nephew whom I used to call The Little Vaquero (the Little Cowboy), but he’s almost 15 now, returned from the mercado, we connected in the plaza and drove home. That would be my child bride. We left the other two downtown where they live.

You may be wondering, What’s up with Shields in the headline? Shield is escudo in Spanish, and the photo is the entrance to the Hotel Los Escudos. I walked past as I was waiting for the family. It looked nice, so I shot a photo.

Many years ago, we spent a night in the Hotel Los Escudos on a lark. We enjoyed it, and maybe we’ll do it again one day.

Old man and girl

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THIS IS ANOTHER photo promo like the one a few days ago. I just gave it a more interesting headline.

I’ve opened a new photography site, this time on Flickr. Last time I messed with Flickr, years ago, it was lame, but recently I killed my old Yahoo email and opened a new one, getting a new Flickr account automatically, so I looked at it.

Far better than it once was.

And, unlike my Tumblr photography site, Flickr lets me put its widget here on the left side with updated shots, very sweet. Both the Tumblr and Flickr photos are black and white, and they’re mostly the same photos.

Color shots like the new one below, and other interesting stuff, are displayed on the Satellite Moon.

You even have a third B&W option. Flickriver, a Flickr app, offers a more dramatic presentation. There’s a link to that on the left sidebar just below the Flickr photos.

This is what happens when you’re unemployed and have plenty of free time on your hands. Perhaps I should be out helping widows and orphans as so many other Old Gringos do after moving to Mexico. I’ve considered it.

I prefer channeling my inner Ansel Adams.

panties
Don’t you hate it when your panties ride up?