dogs, horses, cats

My little Shadow

Walking to my Spanish conversation class today I quickly realized I had an uninvited companion.  An adorable scruffy homeless small dog started following me.  I tried not to look at him.  I can’t have pets where I live and he looked like he wanted me to take him.  Down every street, through lots of neighborhoods, on a walk that lasted an hour, although I don’t understand why it took so long to get to my destination. Google maps says this is a 1/2 hour walk and a 7 minute drive.  And yet it  take took me an hour.shadow1`

My little friend stuck right by me.






Freshly into the walk, I stumbled upon a Dog Mausoleum of sorts.  I knew my scruffy friend was in back of me as I shot this picture.  I was afraid because I wondered if he could read what I was reading…somebody’s beloved pet had died right on this spot.  It scared me and I wondered if this little friend would suffer a similar fate?  I had no idea what to do but kept going.  What could I do?

I did not have much choice except pray he would be o.k


So we walked on.



Along the way, I met a lovely lady with wealthy dogs.

My little friend just kept following me right to the street and right to the gate.

I do not know where the lost and scraggly dog  went after I got to my class.  I worried about him and can only hope he got somewhere safely and somebody rescued him.  I kept trying to remember the poem about the shadow by Robert Lewis Stevenson from “A Child’s Garden of Verses” which I always loved.

Robert Louis Stevenson

My Shadow

From Child’s Garden of Verses

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow–
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all.

He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

Ajijic, flora and fauna

Ajijic Plaza Umbrellas

AjijicPlaza copy-web.jpgThis is a small scene in the downtown Centro Plaza in Ajijic, Mexico. It’s a relaxed and sometimes very busy place.  Weekends find artisans selling their wares, musicians playing their instruments in festive songs. Generally it’s a busy but festive place. You can get and ice cream and sit on a bench and people watch or meet friends for lunch at nearby restaurants.  Food carts await and taxis sit at their stations ready to bring you anywhere you want to go.

The atmosphere is always friendly and there’s always the sound of laughter of happy children running in and out of the gazebo.  It’s a wonderful place to share with friends.  Flower are always blooming Ajijic Plaza umbrellas  against a clear blue sky.

Ajijic, Places

Empty Church


I first saw this unique building from a friend’s balcony high on the hill.  I knew it was something that needed to explore.  That was in August.  It is now January and I have since  moved to Ajijic. This was on my  ‘to do’ list and  this mysterious building turned into one of my first watercolors here.

My roommate and I figured we could get there by hiking down the steep and somewhat tricky footpath from our house.  We could see it pretty clearly from our azotea or rooftop.  That first hike was exciting and there were surprises along the way:  fresh sage bushes, small chickens and a small rooster as well as goats and their herder.  Like all things Ajijic, every step needed to be carefully taken.  Slippery rocks, water, mud and the like can be unfriendly.

When we reached the bottom of the hill, this wonderful building seemed to glow in the late afternoon sun.  It really was pink and yellow.  The building looked like it was never completed and even though a stone wall separated us, breaks in the wall showed us we could see it was empty.  The arches and three domes with their wooden crosses were signature markings.  So this is the second painting in this new series,  It’s very motivating to see new things to paint that intrigue and inspire.  This is identified as Capilla Vieja del Panteon Municipal De San Antonio, Tlayacapan.

This watercolor is available