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by Jonathan Blaustein I have a young student named Montanna. She grew up in the hinterlands of Virginia, but recently moved to the boonies of New Mexico. (Confused yet?) Montanna often walks 5 miles to and from the bus stop, each way, if she wants to make it to school. She said her folks don’t […]
by Jonathan Blaustein I was sitting in a Mexican restaurant the other day. My Dad was across the table; we were both a little sketched out. The joint seemed like a front for the mob: dirty, empty, and unintentional. Dad was buying with a coupon, so I guess I already appear ungrateful. Which might end […]
by Jonathan Blaustein I know a photographer who won’t tell people he/she is Jewish. It’s a secret. He/she worries for his/her safety, if the information ever got out. I still remember the fantasy of Barack Obama’s inaugural days as President, when people spoke of a post-racial society. It would be funny, if it weren’t so […]
by Jonathan Blaustein I went for a little walkabout this morning, with three of my students. (Making pictures, of course.) The ladies are all in High School, and were born and raised here in Taos. None has left town very often, from what I can gather. One went to visit some family in California this […]
by Jonathan Blaustein I was talking today with Marcie, my new Native American friend. She’s from the Taos Pueblo, and we really enjoy chatting about art, culture, religion. Stuff like that. No matter how much you might feel a spiritual connection with Native American views on the sacred nature of Earth, it feels trite when […]