The Huichol

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THIS FELLOW IS a Huichol Indian, but I guess Indian has fallen out of fashion. Even I know he’s not an Indian, so let’s label him an indigenous Huichol.

Huicholes collect in a number of Mexican zones, but the State of Nayarit seems to be their favorite.

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Lots of beads.

The men favor white attire, much like the Maya, but the women dress like rainbows. They are famous for their bead art, most of which looks psychedelic. Huicholes clearly are no strangers to tripping the light fantastic.

This fellow and his wife come to town every year for The Day of the Dead hoopla. They peddle their wares on the sidewalk. Their art sells for far less here on the sidewalk than it does in hoity-toity galleries up north.

I photographed this same fellow a couple of years ago. He was sporting better headgear back then.

As I mentioned in the previous post, a canvas roof on metal poles is being constructed around our main plaza. It was almost done Friday, and a few of the artesanía people were installing their wares. Most, however, had not arrived.

That will happen this weekend.

Walking around the plaza, I paused to shoot this brief video. A jazz band was playing on a stage.

The Indian way

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OH, I KNOW they’re not really Indians. They don’t ride horses, and they don’t shoot bows and arrows. They don’t scalp people either, or bury captives up to their necks in the sand near a bed of angry ants and an empty honey pot.*

These people are Huicholes, indigenous (there, that’s more like it!) people from the Mexican State of Nayarit, though I’m told this couple hails from elsewhere.

Huicholes are known for their incredible artwork with tiny, colored beads. We have a number of their beautiful pieces hanging on the walls of our Hacienda.

Every year when the Day of the Dead arrives, this couple comes to town. They sell their lovely wares on the sidewalks of the big plaza downtown.

Saturday they set up shop near me as I sat with an espresso, keeping my child bride company while she hawked her pastries from a big basket, something she does most weekends.

Luckily, I had my camera with me.

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* It’s the Comanches that do such horrible stuff. And they don’t want to be called indigenous either. Or redskins.