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.

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Centro Cultural Plaza in downtown Ajijic

AjijicPlaza copy-web.jpgThis is a small scene in the downtown Plaza.  It’s a relaxed and sometimes very busy place.  Weekends find artisans selling their wares, musicians playing their instruments in festive songs.  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.

Turquoise blue umbrellas against a clear blue sky.  This watercolor is available for sale.


Empty Church


I first saw this unique building from a friend’s balcony high on the hill.  I knew it was something that needed further exploration.  That was in August.  It is now January and I have moved to Ajijic and one of the first things on the  ‘to do’ list was to see this mysterious building close up.  My roommate and I figured we could get there by hiking down the 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 steep hill, this wonderful building seemed to glow in the late afternoon sun.  It really was pink and yellow.  It looked like it was never finished and even though a stone wall separated us, we could see it was empty.  The arches and two 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.

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