Dad, the Nephews, and I went to Quarai National Monument for a quick photo expedition
on Saturday during the wait time for the Nieces birthday to begin. It was fun and I felt
compelled to take photos of my father on this trip. A overwhelming foreboding feeling
washing over me. I hope it is nothing, and he comes through this relatively routine
surgery just fine. As overweight as he is I worry about the anaesthesia though.
Unfortunately the candid portraits of him didn't really come out. The light was harsh
and contrasty on this day and made for some difficult exposures. Anyway, here are what
I feel are the best of the lot. The church was constructed about 1630 by Spanish Friars
in a Tiwa Indian village that is much older. Much of the three story structures have
never been excavated, and for the most part the post Spanish occupational structures
are all that are visible today. The acoustics in the church are quiet good, your able
to hear even a moderate whisper spoken in the alter area at the back of the cavernous structure.
Love to you.