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August 6, 2019    Transportation: Painting the Past

Colorado artist Lindsay Hand with her "The Valley, 1945" at Raton, NM

Colorado artist Lindsay Hand has developed an alchemy that transports viewers to the soul of some past, uniting people of past and present in a netherworld that hovers over her paintings. She channels her subjects to transcend time, introducing us to them in a skewed dimension neither here nor there. Her methods, of research and of painting, remind me of the Leonard Cohen passage that I used in 2007 for the epigraph in My Confession:

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in

Lindsay creates cracks in time that let the light in, that let us see. I've just completed a series of blogs about the painting, "The Valley, 1945" (above), that Christina and I commissioned from Lindsay and which now hangs in our home. See those photos and commentaries here on my photography blog.

Serafina, 1988 - Tim Keller and Christina Boyce, San Miguel County, New Mexico

Now we're excited about a second painting Lindsay is creating for us, same size and style, with a working title of "Serafina, 1988". Christina photographed me playing my Martin HD-28 after brunch by the fire pit in the front yard of our rented ranch house in remote northeastern New Mexico. We can see Christina taking the picture, bounced back in the window reflection. Lindsay is embarked upon her alchemy to paint this scene, transporting us to a magical time when Christina and I were new and the world was filled with music and art and our slow rural life together on the prairie.




July 2, 2019    Arts Income

Ever seen a royalty check? In 32 years of having songs out there in the marketplace I've only seen a few. My publishers have cut a check only when my royalties reach $100. Back in the day, my songs were played only on public and college radio stations, and even there they usually lived below the BMI radar to collect income. (I sold about 4000 albums on vinyl, cassette, and CD over the years, but that income came directly to me and for almost five years made my full-time touring career possible.)

Nowadays, in the digital world, it's worse. All of my recorded and published songs are available on Spotify, Pandora, iTunes, Amazon and every other digital source, but each only earns a fraction of a penny for each sale. Most of that income also comes in checks of $100 or more. Because it takes a lot of half pennies to reach $100, I might receive a check every 2-3 years. But last week I received a surprise check for song royalties specifically from Amazon, bless its little heart, and its little check...in the amount of $*******0.46.

Thirty-two years ago I envisioned receiving regular songwriting income to help support my later years. That didn't pan out, but fortunately something else did, something unforeseen back then. Nowadays the photography I've produced over the past ten years produces a steady income and looks set to do that for the rest of my life and beyond. Google Image searches bring people to my photos, resulting in emails asking to license my photos for newspapers, magazines, books, posters and websites. (Essentially they're renting the use of the image, while I retain ownership.) We negotiate a price via email. I send a hi-res image file and receive a check in the mail or via PayPal. This typically happens once or twice a month. I like it, and it sure beats watching for the next 46-cent check from Amazon.




May 30, 2019    Drawing Big Circles in the Sky

As we flew high over eastern New Mexico on our return from Guatemala, I enjoyed spotting villages, small towns, and physical features that I could recognize from my extensive travels making features for various magazines and newspapers. I was puzzled when we seemed to pass one area that we had passed minutes before. Then Christina asked about a long span of what appeared to be mud flats along a river below a small town. I told her that we'd passed it twice. Weird, huh? Then the pilot came on the PA to tell us that we were indeed flying a holding pattern because the National Guard had temporarily closed the Albuquerque Sunport runways. We later learned that the USAF Thunderbirds were practicing for an air show scheduled the next day, and that our American Airlines pilot was informed of the delay while still on the ground at DFW but decided we'd be better waiting nearby in the air than sitting on the tarmac in Dallas-Fort Worth. So we flew four big 10-minute circles over eastern New Mexico, each time passing the same small town and, north of it, this same cloud bank, until we finally landed at Kirtland Air Force Base and taxied to the adjacent Albuquerque Sunport, ready for dinner and the drive home to Raton and planting our summer garden.

Coincidentally, as I write this, the Thunderbirds are back in our area again this morning, flying over the USAF Academy graduation in Colorado Springs, closer than Albuquerque from our home along the Colorado-New Mexico border.




May 28, 2019    The Rising

Rising lake levels on Lago de Atitlan at La Casa del Mundo terraces, 2019 Rising lake levels on Lago de Atitlan at La Casa del Mundo terraces, 2019Rising lake levels on Lago de Atitlan at La Casa del Mundo terraces, 2019 Rising lake levels on Lago de Atitlan at La Casa del Mundo terraces, 2019

Since our 2005 stay at La Casa del Mundo, the waters of Lago de Atitlán have risen 15 feet, submerging many of the terraces where we read books and swung from hammocks 14 years ago. The causes are uncertain and likely multiple; the effects reach only the few villages, homes, and hotels that have built down close to the water. They do provide a sobering harbinger for the world's coastlines as we look ahead to the coming effects of global warming.

Rising lake levels on Lago de Atitlan at La Casa del Mundo terraces, 2019 Rising lake levels on Lago de Atitlan at La Casa del Mundo terraces, 2019

Visually, here at La Casa del Mundo, the effects are stunning, suggesting some found Atlantis, yet these terraces held sunbathers just a few years ago. I took these photos with my iPhone. (Click any image to enlarge it.) If anything, the submerged terraces make La Casa del Mundo more fascinating, not less. There are still plenty of terraces, including what I assume are some that have been built higher since our last visit. Around the entire circumference of the lake, surrounded as it is by volcanoes standing 5000 feet above the lake surface, the shorelines abut steep cliffs. No one seems concerned about the rising water. For any terrace swallowed by the lake, La Casa del Mundo can just build another up higher, where I can still enjoy an afternoon of reading on a lakeside hammock, as you see in my last post immediately below...




May 23, 2019    The Hammock Life

Volcon Toliman, Lago de Atitlan, Guatemala

"How do you like being retired?" I hear that quite a bit. Well, I gotta say, it's pretty damned fabulous. Along with enjoying our home life and travels close to home--Denver, Santa Fe, Taos--we're taking a two-week trip each spring and fall to far-flung places.

Tim Keller, the hammock life, Lago de Atitlan, Guatemals

In our big grassy tree-shaded yard at home, I keep a hammock strung between a pair of towering elm trees, beside our solar fountain. I like to read books there in the afternoons. At La Casa del Mundo on Lago de Atitlán, I felt right at home. There are many nooks and terraces with comfortable chairs and hammocks. Our room was so high up the cliff that we had an amazing view across the lake but couldn't hear the lapping of the water on the shore below. I enjoyed reading down at the waterside.

Tim Keller, the hammock life, Lago de Atitlan, Guatemals

From this spot near the dock, Volcán Tolimán loomed across the lake to my left, seen in these pictures, while the more prominent Volcán San Pedro stood across the lake to my right. (I'll be posting more photos of the volcanoes and our room view on my photography blog.) Retirement should have some adventure, and we got that in returning to Guatemala, but it should also have lengthy doses of peace and quiet. We got that too. In sum, yes, I'm enjoying my retirement just fine.




May 21, 2019    Lago de Atitlán

Cayuca, Lago de Atitlan Lancha, Lago de AtitlanLanchas, Lago de Atitlan Tim Keller & Christina Boyce lakeside, Lago de Atitlan, Guatemala

Traveling from Antigua to Lago de Atitlán requires a shuttle ride of two to three hours, or a bus ride longer than that. The roads only get within about two miles of La Casa del Mundo, which we fell in love with during our stay in 2005. The hotel hugs the steep mountainside and no roads reach it. The only way there is by water taxi, known in Spanish as a lancha, which costs Q25 (25 Quetzales) per person, about $3. The ride can be rough, especially on the choppy waters of the afternoons. I carried my Nikon and got the first picture above of a local man on his handmade cayuca, but then I had to stash the Nikon as our speed picked up and I had to protect both the camera and my back from the pounding. I used my iPhone to get one picture of the young boatman ferrying us to La Casa del Mundo. (The boat pilot stands at the back of the boat.) We arrived more or less intact--Christina's suitcase nearly rolled off the dock before we caught it--and we proceeded to the office, which is 80 irregular handmade stairs above the lake, and then to our room 90 more stairs above the office at this extraordinary vertical hotel carved into the side of the cliff, surrounded by volcanoes, above the big lake.




May 20, 2019    Antigua


Antigua, Guatemala, is almost 500 years old with beautiful colonial buildings and ornate churches, all surrounded by towering volcanoes. The colorful town is among my favorites anywhere; Christina and I are just back from a 12-day visit, my fourth since 1986 and Christina's third since 2005. It's been 14 years since our last visit.

I'm looking forward to sharing some notes and photos both here and at my photography blog over the coming days. We stayed five days at the luxurious Meson Panza Verde, left, before shuttling out to the lake, Lago de Atitlán, for five days at La Casa del Mundo, which we fell in love with in 2005. Sated at the lake, we returned to Meson Panza Verde for two days before a 3 a.m. shuttle to the country's only international airport, in Guatemala City, for a 7 a.m. flight. We got home at 9:30 that night, Friday, travel weary and happy.

We'll be planting our garden this week and that will keep us home for the coming months, enjoying the garden and cooking with all that it produces. Even as we prepare the garden, which is always looking forward, I'll be looking backward to post more from Guatemala. Stick around and see why we keep going back to this most lovely country.



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