First though, we stopped at the Poeh Cultural Center and Museum, a happy fluke where the building drew us in even before we knew what it was. Admission is a donation of whatever you think good and it is well worth the stop. No photography is allowed so you'll just have to go there yourself to feel the power of spirit that imbues the place. First of all, Tewa is the language and culture of New Mexico's eight northern Pueblos. In the Tewa language, Poeh means pathway. But it is also part of the tribe...along with the Anasazi. There is so much interwoven history here over about 4000 years or so, a simple blog post won't cover what might take a lifetime for an outsider to understand. I can just say that these people are reclaiming their heritage in very powerful ways.
Once again no photos were allowed inside this amazing gallery or in the Cultural Center, but outside had some great statuary.
|This is from the Roxanne Swentzell gallery.|
Well worth a look!
|This was outside the Stone Gallery that was closed.|
|Door to the cultural center and museum|
No mean old lady. No inadequate facilities. We liked it so much we stayed two nights instead of one, using it as a base for day trips to Madrid and Tinkertown. Madrid is a recovered ghost town that has either a gallery or arts store or restaurant along the main drag. It would be like if the road to the ferry dock was completely lined with shops. I like a cool shop or a gallery as much as the next person but truthfully, it was more tiring than interesting. Except for the lady who told us her parents moved them there in the early 70's, after graduating from the Chicago Institute of Art. They were in on the ground floor (she said, the only floor) in bringing the town back to life.
We talked to her mother and she told us about some of the great clothing there, designed by her and painted on by her husband. That was a good shop.
|On the way to Madrid|
|The first shop we saw on the edge of town|
|Vehicles keep well in the dry weather|
There was a lot of really excellent art, for sure, but after awhile overload set in. Strange but true.
These are some other sights on drives along the way to here and there.
|So many adobe homes!|
This is a stop we made in Pecos. Not Pecos, Texas, but Pecos, New Mexico. Where there really isn't much of anything as far as a town goes, but a lot of history on the tribes.
|Top view of a kiva|
|Which of course we climbed down into|
There were also the remains of a church and its bloody history.
|A cute trailer in the parking lot|
|Not open. There are a LOT of these places.|
|I missed the photo of when the back was open showing the kitchen of this teardrop.|
|Tiny home on wheels. No people around to cajole into a tour.|
|I took this through the telescope focused on one of the cliff dwellings with paintings.|
If you look r e a l close, you can see them.
Then came the climbing. We'd bought hats and water because we had no idea we'd be out in the mid-day sun and heat. But I had on flip-flops, not real appropriate for any serious hiking, especially the part of the trail with 140 vertical stairs to the top of Frey trail. Damn it. Okay, it was a good excuse to not go there 'today'.
|You could climb the ladder and look inside but not go inside.|
|Where the old vegas came out of the roofs.|
|A preserved rock painting|
|Just something cool along the way|
|In Santa Fe|
|A business of old architectural pieces|
|Tomasitas had been recommended. Well done!!!|
I made it through about four more bites and it will be lunch today.
Continue on with a teemingly top-heavy Thursday. Do something tip-top.