Wide, open spaces


IF YOU STEP from our house out to the street, hang a right, walk about five blocks and look sharply over your left shoulder, this is what you’ll see.

Mountains, some humble homes, trees, wide open spaces and a railroad track that heads to the Pacific coast and the commercial shipping hub at Lázaro Cárdenas.

I took the shot during a 30-minute exercise walk I made yesterday morning with my child bride and our closest nephew, the one I once called the Little Vaquero, the Little Cowboy, but he’s bigger now and no cowboy. He’s a soccer goalie and nearly 15.

He had spent the night with us, which he does every now and then, but not nearly so often as he did when he was much younger.

I’m not sure why this scene caught my eye. Maybe it’s the new year, and this wide-open space represents possibilities to me. To me, a new year is like a clean slate.

And then we walked  home and ate waffles.

10 thoughts on “Wide, open spaces

  1. You were probably yearning to be in the wide open spaces of West Texas eating waffles with me. Some explanations are just too simple.


    1. Ricardo: You have no idea how much I would like to spend some more time in the wide open spaces of West Texas. Absolutely love it. However, I would want to return to Mexico, no doubt.


  2. Are there restrictions about what could be built in those open spaces? Are the villages big on permits for certain types of new construction in neighborhoods?


    1. Carole: I don’t know for sure, but I imagine if it’s your property you can build pretty much anything that suits your fancy. When we built our house 15 years ago we did get a permit from City Hall, but nobody ever came by to check on anything in the nine months it took to get the work done. Nobody has ever come by to check on anything.

      That said, if you own property directly downtown in our very touristy, colonial burg, they definitely control what you can do, and they surely keep an eye on you. But out here in the hardscrabble outskirts, nah.


  3. Last year when I rode down to Mexico, I took all back roads as much as possible. I saw little-town America, the sights from mountaintops and numerous valleys and reveled in the beauty of it all. The same feelings come over me when biking through the Sierra Madres of Mexico. I have little use for cities in any land. Real people are in the quiet zones.


    1. Sounds like fun, Bob. Buy me a bike, and I’ll go with you. As for real people being in the quiet zones, I submit that real people are everywhere. You just don’t care much for their reality at times. Often, I don’t either.


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