THIS IS MY hardscrabble barrio’s water storage tank. It sits higher than any other place hereabouts, so gravity is how water gets to my house and those of the neighbors.
About a decade ago, this structure was covered with graffiti, and it was an eyesore. Then it got a fresh paint of white and red, and it remained unsullied for years.
Recently, someone applied artwork, a series of skulls. The one on the right in the middle row is even getting a shower.
Our municipal water comes from an underground spring. It’s delivered to us that way. There’s no purification plant.
We are natural people.
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MY BEAUTIFUL WORLD
After taking the photo at the top, I did a 180, and took the second photo, which is one side of our neighborhood plaza.
I’ve shot a number of photos of our plaza over the years, but never from this side. Look at those jacaranda trees. I get to admire them every weekday morning during our plaza walk.
We passed our 15th anniversary two days ago, and now we’re working on the second 15 years. I’ve been married thrice, of course. Five years with No. 1. Nineteen years with No. 2, although we were actually married only the last 10.
That means my current marriage has lasted the longest by a long shot. Although I am a fan of marriage, I hope not to have to do it a fourth time. Three is adequate.
Thanks for stopping by.
