San Miguel de Allende
Through Harold’s Lens:
Nikon D800E, 55mm
1/15, f/16, ISO 200
Sculpture by Rita Green

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Chile. “Where Spirits Soar”


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Bottom of our world
Where ice mountains drift
Where winds of ice blow
Where giant condors soar.

The melodic beauty
The haunting sounds
The lone pan flute

Across the Andes Mountain Range
Around thick, wood forest
Around dark, bark trees
Around green, pine needles.

Drawing me
Luring me
Sucking me in
Capturing me.

My first view

Long black flowing hair
Strong fighting face
Distant stare
Spiritual leader?

What was happening here?

The Great Spirit?
Deep religious rite?
Communication with ancestors, Gods?
Fireballs, comets, shooting stars?

Cultural worship?
Harmonious earthly elements?
Wind, rain, mountains, springs
Animals, birds, trees, plants
Full moon.

Ritual love affair?
Language of the land?
Traditional. Native
Beauty, love
Honor, virtue.

I nestled in
Soft pine needles.

Emotionally bathing.

The beauty of our world.

“Maiden Mild”


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Chill went up my spine
Spiritual uplifting notes
Muffled Mephistos stilled
Eyes teared
Inspiring notes.

Cello of passion
Timeless aria.

Across lonely road
Large leafy oak.

Brazilwood bow
Brushed slowly
Across strings.

Snow-white feather fingers
Glided slowly
Along neck.

Eyes caressed her cheeks
Her heart
Her soul
Lithe body swaying.

My tears flowed
Nikon rose to eye
Fog through rivulets.

Push. Click. Push. Click. Push Click.

Greatest hymn ever written

Her eyes glided open.

I whispered “thank you”
She whispered “thank you”

May you find an expression of love, calm and spiritual dimension
listening to the music from my morning.

“Mr. Original”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

They were stopped
Eyes glued to an mysterious old brown, wooden box
Young family of four wandering the antique market
My lens watched.

“Is that an old music box?”, the 12-year old boy asks his Dad
Raises iPhone at arms length and silently takes a photo
“Google it on your Mac”, says Dad.

The 10-year old sister
grasps Blackberry
Remembers old collection of love songs that Mom had saved since she was a teenager
Music was on something called a cassette
Mom cried as she tried to untangle the pile of crinkled tan tape covering her garage floor.

Dad suddenly remembers
Stack of used 8-tracks
Stuffed in sagging cabinet
His untidy study.

“I remember your Grandma
Had large black discs with small holes”, Mom says
Big cardboard covers
Lots of songs on them
She called them 33’s.

“Oh yeah”, Dad says.
“Remember Grandpa’s stacks small black discs with big holes in them?”
I played frisbee with them.
The labels said 45 rpm.

“I sure wish your Great Grandpa was here”, Mom says
He played a tenor saxophone in a jazz band at Princeton
He had blacks discs with small holes that went ‘round and ‘round real fast
Called em 78‘s
He played songs by Paul Whiteman and Bix Beiderbecke
The music was scratchy.

“I was a little boy at your Great, Great Grandpa’s house”, Dad says
Old, wooden music box like this one in the corner of their living room
Crank on it
Faded old black and white photograph of them sat on top of the music box
They were young
They were dressed up
They were dancing
Great Great Grandma was wearing a short dress with fringe on the bottom
She looked like she was hopping around
Her legs were bent like twigs at the knees”

With a sprinkling of grey hair, I raised my Nikon
With slumping shoulders, this aging photographer slowly slinked into the shadows of Buenos Aires.

“‘Round And ‘Round”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

“Want to play around?”, she coos in your ear.

Only in this wild, funky, music saturated town, where the jest and the joke are commonplace, are you musically and mischiefly entertained by a pair of 33s dangling off a pretty woman’s neck.

What a sassy town!

“Musical Seduction”

ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

As our intertwined couples passionately engage themselves with the rhythms of the tango our musicians appear; acoustic guitar, deep throaty sax, maybe some violins, piano, a double bass and a bandoneon.


ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

Patience Beautiful!

A delicious Latin man is near.

Tango is ad lib on the street corners, and you may be the next woman selected.

Life’s a surprise in Buenos Aires.

“Waiting For A Gig”

MEXICO Through Harold’s Lens:

Every night, Mariachi musicians patiently wait in San Miguel de Allende’s Jardin for visitors and residents to ask them to play Mexican folk music full of passion and excitement. Then, the dancing, weaving and singing begins.

Mariachi music is Mexico’s best known form of folk music.

“Strum & Hum”

MEXICO Through Harold’s Lens:

Stroll through the alleys and narrow lanes of San Miguel de Allende with the legendary Estudiantinas.

These student singers, dressed in 16th century medieval costumes, play their lively, contagious music as they strum their musical instruments, sing and dance.

Visitors follow behind them dancing and drinking wine from a flask.