5:10pm – December 30, 2009 Last block of America. Or is it the first? Fifth Street and El Paso Street, El Paso, Texas. This used to be happy street. It’s still a busy street. It’s the street where the downtown bridge from Juarez exits or, conversely, it is the street where you leave the United [...]
Marvin, a Pima Indian from Arizona, AIM takeover of BIA offices, Chicago, Christmas Eve 1970 photograph by Bruce Berman ©2009 Dec. 29, 2009 / Wounded Knee Day This is Wounded Knee Day. It calls for remembrance. In the 120 year aftermath, the victims of Wounded Knee have still not received justice, let alone, widespread acknowledgment [...]
Christmas weirdness, El Paso, Texas – December 20, 2009
Ghost View south, Dec. 19, 2009 Three of the last four posts have involved this window. The view to the south. One block to Alameda Street, two more down Stevens and, voila, you’re at the bridge, then you’re in Juarez, then if you keep going you’re on the carretera to Ciudad Chihuahua, then Torreon, then [...]
Guadalupe #41, El Paso – Dec. 18, 2009 This third floor window looks out onto the Cordova Bridge to Juarez, three blocks to the south. It’s the Season. Guadalupe, I will light you every night -and a string of Christmas lights too- for the rest of the holiday. If anyone in Juarez sees this, please [...]
Las Cruces, NM/Dec. 14, 2009 Juke boxes. They’re a “warm fuzzy,” no matter how you cut it. No? I just wanna dance. It’s the holidays. Time to dance. And stare at the wall (and the Web) and have luxurious long lunches (and personally enriching) with good friends, now, in the rush of my life, long [...]
A piece written to my photography students at the end of a fine semester at New Mexico State University. Forgive the “first person.” Originally posted on their class website at www.nmsu.documentaryshooters.com: Brucini w/New Blanket from a Good Friend, El Paso –Dec. 9, 2009 So it comes to this, the semester ends, we go our own way, we [...]
El Centro, El Paso – September 2009
Alameda in Mist, December 2, 2009 The view south, across Alameda street, across the Chamizal, three blocks beyond, across the bridge, into Juarez, into Chihuahua, into Mexico, beyond. Usually the view is razor sharp. The last few days have fuzzed things up: snow, rain, and, now, this morning, fog. Been looking south across this razor [...]
