Monday, September 1, 2014

OUR BLOCK OF THE WORLD

OUR BLOCK OF THE WORLD
         for Gene and Evelyn

there are days like this
when even grey skies are hot

these are the hot ones
say the gas men
the litterpickers
the meter readers

hot ones
they come like this in summer


there is a porch
on our block of the world
the block where we live
and on this porch
neighbors drop whatever they are done with
whatever they choose to leave behind
to pass on
whatever they choose

and when they leave something
on this porch
on our block of the world
it will be gone by dawn

Jeff Hartzer
copyright 1987-present



 

Taken from the cd/booklet FLAMINGOS by Jeff Hartzer

 

Saturday, December 14, 2013

ISS and the Moon over Albuquerque

2014 begins in...

Sunday, October 20, 2013

What's BETTER THAN FREE?

FREE is so cool and great and just gosh darn kharmic or something. I have often perused FREE STUFF online and alongside roads and highways (I was a Litter Picker supervisor for several years in Washington State--Totally Great J-O-B, Bob for FREE STUFF).

Recently however been compiling a list of THE MOST RIDICULOUS ITEMS I have seen at Craig's List FREE STUFF listing in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

My list so far...this is all true.

free paint chips, free broken red bricks, free wood you chop down tree and haul off,

Free cassette - The Monets (downtown)
Lots of stuff crub side 

FREE 52 inch big screen tv->Used it for many years, works good just needs a new lamp.

3 calls - 3 no shows WTF PEOPLE??? (abq)
What is with you people wasting other people's time? If you want something that we're graciously giving away, DON'T BE AN ASSHOLE!!! SHOW THE F**K UP WHEN YOU SAY YOU WILL!!! I pulled the damned ads, if you want the stuff now you can buy it at Goodwill!!!

Free glass bottles (Nob hill) (current cokes and stuff)

Free dirt for the taking. Just come and get it.

Free sand. Be nice and leave the tarp!

2 well-used feather mattresses (one queen and one full). Some stains but in okay condition 

Seventh Generation Multi Purpose Cleaner (ABQ)
I bought it and didn't care for the scent. Only used a few squirts of it.

FREE USED COOKING OIL

I cut down a dead pine tree;have pile of branches free 
several dry wall pieces different sizes. On sidewalk. Come & get it!

FREE CLEAN DIRT AND WE DELIVER

2 NON-working lawn mowers if you want to fix them up.

Remains of an Old Hammock 

Breast Milk - fresh





Jeff Hartzer-What's BETTER THAN FREE?


Friday, May 31, 2013

THE BURN

I spent Memorial Day Weekend helping a college classmate 'burn stuff' at his family farm in East Texas. Burning off the old is indeed metaphorically renewing and invigorating physically as well. There were seven piles of trees/brush stored up as a result of the recent two year severe Texas drought, which has eased considerably in East Texas...Sadly, the drought remains in West Texas and even moreso in New Mexico.

This work was done in preparation for a wedding ceremony to be held at the farm in 2014. I feel like we opened the road to 'many happy returns'.

This Picasa (now Google) Gallery includes The Burn, the family 'log house', 'stone house', flora and fauna of rejuvenated and green East Texas, and shots of the family's new pup, Franklin.

Click for  a Quick link to The Burn.



The Burn


Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Goin' Back

Having some moments with The Byrds...

"Goin' Back" is just one heck of a song, Brownie.
And, "I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now..."

Goin' Back (Written by Carole King and Gerry Goffin)


I think I'm goin' back
To the things I learned so well in my youth
I think I'm returning to
Those days when I was young enough to know the truth
Now there are no games
To only pass the time
No more electric trains
No more trees to climb
But thinking young and growing older is no sin
And I can play the game of life to win

I can recall a time 
When I wasn't ashamed to reach out to a friend
Now I think I've got
A lot more than just my toys to lend
Now there's more to do
Than watch my sailboat glide
But every day can be 
A magic carpet ride
A little bit of courage is all we lack
So catch me if you can, I'm goin' back

Now there's more to do
Than watch my sailboat glide
But every day can be
A magic carpet ride
A little bit of courage is all we lack
So catch me if you can, I'm goin' back


The Byrds perform Goin' Back LIVE on the Smother's Brothers Show... courtesyYouTube






Sunday, May 12, 2013

Twin Tower Lights & Spire, Inspire






May 2013                                                                  September 11, 2004

Bring Peace Home









Friday, March 15, 2013

WINGING IT-a recent Jeff Hartzer poem


Winging It

When the dog bites and the bee stings,
When the toilets overflow and door hinges fall off,
When the seasons suddenly switch
And all around me is change,
I am winging it.

Winging it 
on tilted wings I learn to fly
knowing that the hardest part is coming down.
My soul is infinity turned upside down
with my flailing legs skyward, 
my fingers touch the  earth.

Winging it 
I cry out to the love of trees
seeking my own private nests
and shelter from the stormy wind
Those lightning flashed barbs of
those who scream at all of us.

Winging it 
I cry out alone
and seek shelter offering you my arms
outstretched into the brightness 
of lighted wings winging it.
I drink in the sky balancing the blood
with my heavenly songs of light
electric with love and only
a hundred miles to go
trying to work it all out.

Winging it 
through those ocean wave crests of memory
winging it with my mother's soul and father's loss of dignity
winging it through gale-forced winds
colorful tonradoes and high desert moons
Winging it 
past the obstacles of derision and fool hardy tears
Winging it over and under my own blossomings
with the holy sanctity of a life lived on my own.

Winging it 
through ancient Cumberland Plateau misty fogs
cloud green Seattle reaches, 
Atlantic Beach Sundays,
with so many lost years
Winging it 
when all I really want to do is sleep and dream. 

Winging it 
through these last long days on earth 
yours mine and ours.
When winging it 
is what we do to fly
to sing, to breathe. 
We laugh and love
and winging it
is not so hard,
so easy to be hard.

Winging it
I need to sing
whether or not it's a weekday
whether or not my grandmother is alive
whether or not silver platters come in clouds

Winging it
I am off true north to somewhere
hidden in dreams of day and night that surprise me
from time to time like
herons on railings in rain
porpoises in the night
or the dream I had about the Pope.

Winging it
I'm on my way to Paradise
where I always get what I need
where I am re-entering the landscape
where a growing confidence in myself
gives me the freedom to play
to let go, to flow without a script
to ad lib the music
to breathe deep the poetry
to sing my blessed song 



Jeff Hartzer
copyright 2013


Thursday, March 14, 2013

GOING HOME



Going Home

Meant leaving Ms. Whitelaw's class fifteen minutes early to don my white shoulder/waist School Boy Patrol belt and badge; grabbing my shiny shellack bamboo pole with red flag attached, heading out to the bike shed in the afternoon sun behind the cafeteria, and cruising on my Schwinn 3 speed to my post on Baltic Avenue where soon girls and boys would cross streets with my best attentions.

My command post view at Corinthian and Baltic includes Braden's Pharmacy, Burlingame's grocery store, my barbershop and a lot of pretty girls with curly hair. Spanish moss hangs ghostlike from the low slung branches of ancient live oaks and pines. Mockingbirds call out and down the hot asphaltc of Baltic Avenue come girls and boys laughing in the sun.

In cicada twilight, waving red flagged poles in the air overhead loud calls from post to post eventually out to me blocks away from Ortega School yelling, "Knock---Off!". Then it was time for going home where my daily dose of Leave it to Beaver would be consumed with peanut butter cookies, cold milk and my dog, Bodger at my side tail-waggingly on the ready, for crumbs.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

EYES-a recent poem by Jeff Hartzer

EYES


Your eyes:
circular visions of blue on blue.
Blue windows envisioning
flashing nights on the train.

Sadness in sheets of falling rain,
waterfalls of mirrored moons; 
and ocean vistas
stars on the water.

Your eyes
are alive in my dreams where
I see through my own eyes;
and I remain alive and well.

I am a camera lens, dreamscape clear.

And now,
your eyes are on fire 
With icey streams of clear water melting,
splashing those Atlantic Ocean 
shores of child hood. 

Where always your eyes 
bore pain, suffering, and a derision so pure 
I could barely breathe 
when they shone 
down on me from your ivory-faced madness.

Now, your eyes are cool iris blue 
spiraling through evening twilights
twinkling like morning stars on water;

Reflecting upwards,
your eyes
are on me 
and they burn with blue flame and wind and rain.

Your eyes speak truth
Your eyes are on me

And before you
my eyes fly fast
straight into night
straight into black;
straight into you.

They are striking sparks 
so blue
so blue;

blue blue windows:
your eyes.


 

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Breaking the Rules


BREAKING THE RULES

"We all make rules for ourselves. It's these rules that help define who we are. So, when we break those rules, we risk losing our selves and becoming something unknown." 
                       Dexter Morgan 

 In my own way I have created a space where there are no rules but love for art and fornication. Found artifacts and fancifully chaotic pieces stand in an area filled with the runnings of rabbits. Providing shade and suitable space for underground warrens, my backyard bunny garden called, BunnytownUSA is a monument to breaking the rules and a cheer for 'outsider artists' of all makes and models.

In truth, I began my own personal journey of Breaking the Rules began when I broke out of my mother's womb very prematurely. Shooting out a light bulb at the A&P with a slingshot, lighting matchboxes on fire in the carpool zone, shooting lizards and sparrows with bb's all went down as deeds of the miscreant who was to become a member of two Honor Councils, a teacher, an Administrator, and generally speaking a rule enforcer.

It was straight out of College, where I successfully avoided the Draft Lottery and received Honors in English at a school where smart folks wore black academic gowns to class, when I became an enforcer of rules as Dean of Students in a large North Florida preparatory school. No light-colored socks, no sideburns or long hair, no drinking alcohol or smoking evil weed on campus. I even for a time lived in that school's dormitory where my duties as enforcer of the rules got extended to 24-7 status. 

I had a cat then, named Dorian. No one could smell anything other than kitty litter in that closet where I often enjoyed late night smokes, myself breaking the rules I was set out to enforce. And my most fun memory as 'Dean of Students' was that night the other Dean and I set up Cherry bombs with cigarette fuses to pop off across campus while we watched from a tall tower that used be part of the Flagler Hotel system now a school campus. The security guard, a hefty Irishman named Carney, ran from spot to spot where the Cherries bombed and from that tower no one was allowed to enter, we had a good laugh.

I voted for Nixon back in the day. Maybe that was a last toast to my parents. Even Neil Young liked Ronald Rayguns at one time. My lone vote for Tricky was the last time I knelt to the elephants in the room. I was a 'Poet for Peace' and spoke against many. Now I listen to the words of Steve Earle which sadly ring true…"I remember when we was both out on the boulevard/ Talkin' revolution and singin' the blues/ Nowadays it's letters to the editor and cheatin' on our taxes/Is the best that we can do" .

Breaking the rules got me caught once for shop lifting a 98 cent Rolling Writer pen in Tacoma, Washington where I had moved in order to never teach again but rather to become a famous second to my hero, Raymond Carver or a third to his wife, Tess. My penchant for breaking the rules led to my many writerly pursuits being flat out rejected. My rule-breaking success at publication has been let's just say, bereft.

When my wife and I bought a wrecked house in a dark neighborhood, we broke the rules and became pioneers in our 'hood. It was many years ago, that I created our contribution to "One per cent for the Arts" in our rundown neighborhood. It became a beacon of light complete with art and rabbits. 

Even now I am breaking the rules at BunnytownUSA as our creative brethren number more than fifteen. Until homes can be found for the many little lagomorphs, that's the way it goes.  My freak flag still flies. Who knows, maybe I'll grow a beard. Let my thinning hair grow out a bit. For now, it's time to feed the rabbit hoards.






Friday, February 22, 2013

Police Shoot Dog S.E. ABQ.

Dogs are still on the run in SE Albuquerque (1600 block Edith S.E.)

APD and Animal Control Officers.

One of dog owners and APD.

Several dogs taken away; one killed.

Another dog owner and APD.








Sunday, January 20, 2013

Albuquerque: Issues to Consider

I was recently asked three questions about Albuquerque...
1) What do you think are some important issues in our community?
2) Why do you think these are important? Which is the most important to you and why?
3) What do you think should be done to address the issue?


1) What do you think are some important issues in our community?

A man moving from Albuquerque to the east coast this month mentioned to me that there are several reasons for the move…the poverty, the lack of medical expertise for baby boomer 'procedures', and that he and his wife had 'done' all there is to do in Albuquerque.

He touches on a major issue that many moving here may overlook for a time, the abject poverty of many in Bernalillo County. Each weekend that I volunteer at New Mexico's Level One Trauma Center, I see the place filled to capacity with impoverished folks. Since moving here in 1985, I have found that the cost of living is low and have been able to get by on very little over the years. With the coming Government 'cuts' that are in the making, the problem of poverty is only going to increase.

Since 1985 I have seen a problem that at first and compared to where I grew up (North Florida) seemed mild to nonexistent but over the years I have learned it is in fact multi-cultural in its existence that is 'racism'. There is a continuing idea in Albuquerque that the negative aspects flow south…That the NE heights are more wealthy or better somehow than the SE heights and both of those areas better than the South Valley. This belief is pervasive in all aspects of life in Albuquerque.

There is also the resentment of those who came from Mexico long ago, not liking the recent arrivals. There seems to be less negative feeling toward Black Americans than in my Native state of Floirda, but having been a homeowner in Albuquerque's historically Black neighborhood, South Broadway, I can attest to the fact that more subtle perhaps though it be, racism between Blacks, 'Anglos', Hispanics, and Mexicans is rampant here.

2) Why do you think these are important? Which is the most important to you and why?

"Can't we all just get along?" Racism and North South attitudes are pervasive to daily life and effect our quality of life. For the most part, there is a feeling in Albuquerque by outsiders that our citizens are 'open and friendly'. It is too bad that long time residents don't always feel this way about one another. Or that one neighborhood or school is better than another. Or the pervasive idea that there is less crime in the Heights than in the Valley.

As both a homeowner in SE Albuquerque and a business owner in the South Valley, I have been affected by the North South divide. As a teacher in both the 'International District' and the South Valley' I was affected by the divide, A business like ours in the South Valley which promotes the arts should not be any less desirable than say the North 4th VSA Theater. In the eighties, the arts community was pretty much UNM and whatever else was out there. Today our community is very diversified in its arts. Yet, the media's coverage of the arts and so on, still has its favorites.

As a creative writer moving here from the Pacific Northwest, I felt very alone in the arts community. Somewhat like Christ in the desert: all alone. The Pacific Northwest offered much more of a community sense when it came to the arts. Albuquerque has no Arts Commission for example. Collaboration is rare in our city…It is an odd correlation, but I feel that the cultural divide of North-South /East-West is part of the problem even in the arts.

3) What do you think should be done to address the issue?

There is a bumper sticker that reads, 'teach tolerance'. I have often thought it to be 'dumb'. How can you do that? Except by example, tolerance is impossible to teach, yet, that bumpersticker  comes to mind as the answer to this question of race and North-South divide…If somehow we could teach tolerance all would be well. Albuquerque is set in its ways. As more people discover the American Girl Doll from Albuquerque with her own Hot Air Balloon; as more folks come to see the Balloons; as Green Chile goes worldwide; new folks may bring a more open mind. Problem is last survey by United Van Lines showed us to be fifth in the nation for those MOVING OUT of Albuquerque. 

 

Tuesday, January 8, 2013


Here's another video on You Tube from the dusty vaults...It's A New Day Yesterday is what this band sang and that catchy lyric still rings true... Jethro Tull - A New Day Yesterday - Live Fillmore East 1970



Monday, January 7, 2013

Neil Young and Devo perform Hey, Hey; My, MY... Out of the Blue Into the Black from HUMAN HIGHWAY... Truly Trippy, Man.





Thursday, December 27, 2012

What to do with your Christmas Tree

My favorite comic strip is ZITS!  by Jerry Scott and Jim Borgman


And my very favorite seasonal take by the series, on Holiday Bliss and what to do when the bliss runs out, is when Jeremy and his Dad throw their entire Christmas tree into a huge mulcher while Mom ruminates on what great satisfying fun putting away the decorations is...And of course, Jeremy and his Dad were just dreaming that scenario. Mom wins out always.








Thursday, December 13, 2012

12/12/12

Tonight: the new moon breaks through a very dark night over Albuquerque.
Another great shot at catching one of the Geminid meteors falling through space.
More stormy weather approaches from the west with rain and snow expected by dawn.

Last night:
New York gathered to warm the shredded dwellers left in ruins by Hurricane Sandy.
My favorites: another brick in the wall with Roger Waters and dancing kiddos.
You got me rolling and Jumping Jack Flash's crossfired hurricane with elderly Rolling Stones akimbo.
Gots to get better in a little while sang Eric Clapton.
Pinball Wizard with The Who not to mention See me Feel me one more time and all the world's just a Teenage Wasteland where Rain On Me spoke to the stormy crowd with a great light show, too.
Master musician Bruce Springsteen mastered a number of songs masterfully. Jon Bon Jovi as well and yes, Billy Joel.
And lest we forget, the night ended with Sir Paul McCartney singing quite a few tunes.
Helter Skelter was superb; Live and let die over the top with fireworks popping Sir P's eardrums.

A superb night of rock on 12/12/12...and then, retiring Senator JEFF Bingaman was interviewed by Stephen Colbert.

Donate Now or not-check link out for further concert info.



Saturday, December 8, 2012

Armageddon Countdown


It is a gorgeously globally warmed Saturday today in Albuquerque. But as Jim Morrison used to yell, "WAKE UP!" because supposedly, SNOW-mageddon commences in Albuquerque tomorrow. Have you filled up your gas tanks? Finally covered up ye olde swamp cooler? Fixed those outdoor leaky faucets? Made a few last trips to the store for supplies?

Tonight the winds come, then the cold, then the snow. When the local weather guys get all fired up about a forecast for the high desert, usually it is greatly hyped and nada moisture arrives. Hopefully, there'll be a happy medium this weekend with some actual snow-rain-fog-hail-anything-with-moisture.

The REAL ARMAGEDDON is less than two weeks away some (still) say…At least for sure, that is when officially the darkest/longest night of the year strikes and WINTER sets in. Ironically, from 12/22 through Spring, each day gets a little brighter and night time a little shorter. That is, if we are still alive after 12/21/12. I think we will all do just fine on the Big Day. Surving that, we can fall off the fiscal cliff next. There's always PLENTY to worry about. Anxiety is THE way of life in America these days.Always there's a WINNER and a LOSER. Every moment seems to be one big contest. 

So....GO GATORS!, IRISH! LOBOS! and, whomever. You fill in your own blanks, cross your T's, and dot those eyes...'cuz we are all WINNING ! Even in a time of major fresh chaos...










Sunday, December 2, 2012

ABQ Rail Yard Open House

The City of Albuquerque has big plans for the Rail Yards located right on the tracks between Barelas and South Broadway. A once in a blue moon event allowed the public behind the tall barbed wire fences into the cavernous historic rooms where for many years (until the late 1940's) steam locomotives were worked on from the bottom up.

Some sample photographs from my Rail Yards Open House Gallery are shown below.


I have often seen these windows from the outside lit up with bright movie lights; so cool to finally go inside the monstrously huge and historic place.





Looking toward the Sandia Mountains with the New Mexico Rail Runner passing by.



These loose 'bricks' are made of solid wood which helped soak up oils and helped workers who had to stand on them "while working on the railroad all the livelong day..."

Work (mostly planning) is underway to improve this site; in truth though, it may be decades before big results are seen. Meanwhile, it was a fun afternoon spent walking through history and snapping a ba-zillion photographs.

For more... Here's a quick 360 view from inside the Rail Yards on YouTube

For a complete gallery of photographs click over to my Rail Yards Open House Gallery



 

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

FULL BLUE MOON


FULL BLUE MOON 
New Mexico
(August 1 and August 31, 2012)
A Full Blue Moon shown over New Mexico's enchanting landscape.View encompasses the Sandia Mountains, Manzano Mountains, Albuquerque Studios, Pavilion Amphitheater, and Mesa Del Sol.



















2005 Chrysler Crossfire under the Moon.



Albuquerque's AirDance ArtSpace under the Full Blue Moon.






Wednesday, July 11, 2012


In honor of Breaking Bad's FINAL SEASON airing this coming Sunday...I am re-posting this blog entry I made during the filming of an earlier season...Our home is located near downtown Albuquerque and one evening they were filming a big shoot out with Jessie Pinkman and Walter White against some bad guys...The filming was at an historic and abandoned Santa Fe Rail Yard a stone's throw or three from our backyard...




Looking like the full moon nesting in the bare trees of South Broadway, an eerie light shown.The light was in a huge box of lights set on a gantry crane over the downtown railroad yards.






Albuquerque residents are growing used to the occasional odd bright light in the city at night. We have come to know that they indicate a 'movie/tv shoot' is in progress. In this case, the shoot was for the AMC hit series, Breaking Bad.





breaking bad

Who is that guy high in the sky?











breaking bad

Ready for his closeup and no one really knows he's there behind the bright light.








breaking bad

Karl Marlantes






breaking bad

The whole 'bright light' picture ['that guy' is up in the gantry].











breaking bad

A gang of folk enjoying the warm airs of early spring? They might be enjoying the weather but this crew is hard at work on filming the AMC hit, Breaking Bad.











breaking bad

From a distance...










[Photography courtesy Aquila Arts LLC]

Testing does not a good student make---There has to be a better way...








Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Ziggy Marley: ABQ Bio Park


A light monsoon rain came pre-show and 'behaved perfectly' for the show providing a 'cool' night at the New Mexico Bio Park outdoor venue in Albuquerque for Ziggy Marley... No opener; straight Ziggy and crew for almost three hours. 

Kudos to the City of Albuquerque for bringing Ziggy Marley to the Land of Enchantment.




From our lawn spot.


Ziggy!



Sweet and simple lighting; great sound; great venue.






Ziggy Marley



View from center stage..."...who got the power?!"



You go, grrrl.



A quick pan of the happy crowd.




Happy Campers after the show!







Tuesday, July 3, 2012

VIVA ANDERSON COOPER

CNN's Anderson Cooper made his own news today by declaring himself to be gay...The son of Gloria Vanderbilt certainly had a gay old time one night recently whilst completing his feature The Ridiculist!

You gotta love the guy...A great broadcaster and reporter...Special Kudos today, Mr. Cooper.








Monday, July 2, 2012

LITTER PICKERS


As a former D.O.E. Litterpicker Crew Supervisor in Washington State, as well as being a current resident of Planet Earth...I love the TRASH is CASH video (page bottom) that I first saw on LINKtv and now have found on You Tube. It is both a catchy and deeply moving tune/video. 

  BUT FIRST...Here's a poem I once wrote about Litter and Litter Pickers...Despite finding roadside guns (no, really) and porno, I never made any CASH from the TRASH. Although there were those VW Bug MOON HUBCAPS... In my history of odd jobs taken to sustain my creative life, being a Department of Ecology Litter Crew Supervisor ranks as a lifetime BEST JOB for WRITERS e-v-e-r...A creative writer's life is at every level a solo journey. You can work on your great or not so great American novel for two years only to have it sit oin a shlef in a notebook...Ah, but what great shelves you say... As a litterpicker (make that 'Supervisor', please) I was able on an hourly basis to SEE my accomplishments; get exercise; didn't talk all day (as opposed to my classroom teaching avocations); was able to listen to truly amazing stories (of Juveniles D's and Community Service offenders complete with accents/dialects, then went home and wrote my own stuff with voices still in my head (good to hear some new voices)...Yes, it was a Great job, however, Praise Geebus that I am not still trudging along I-5 in the rain...Here's that poem:

Litterpickers 

 Litterpickers go out at dawn 
 quietly they slip by your lawn 
 Thin men and women without sound 
 They walk slow bent low to the ground 
 passing over pheasant deerskin and rats 
 sleeping men under bridges 
 cobwebs and bats 
 They gather man's sign 
 the stink of man unkind 
 They fill bags the size of whales 
 They sing the song of nightingales 
 Litterpickers march like Trojans to war 
 and for them the work is hardly a chore 
 Clearing a path trod with oily shoe 
 on a journey sadly sought by few 
 Acid heartburn indigestion 
 the toll on the body is not in question 
 Onward and upward through sun and rain 
 our lives are made cleaner by their pain 
 Litterpickers bend and scrape 
 from trash there is no escape 
 Litterpickers watch as you drive by 
 You so eager to make those bottles fly 
 with windows open to spring 
 My god it's so easy 
 I can throw anything 
 Litterpickers have packrat minds all 
 They often save things short and tall 
 like faded greenbacks and fancy hubs 
 You'd be surprised by what lies in shrubs 
 Litterpickers creep toward the trees 
 as noonday sun brings them to their knees 

 Litterpickers litterpickers 
 three bags full 
 yes sir yes sir 
 it's all recyclable 

 Litterpickers litterpickers 
watch 'em dance 
 smiles on their faces 
 they watch out for ants 

 Litterpickers litterpickers 
 ike Buddhas on the road 
 chanting Hari Krishna Ramigate 
 don't step on a toad 

 Litterpickers litterpickers 
 lungs full of monoxide 
 it's a job that pick pick 
picks at your pride 
 Coca-Cola Fanta Sprite 
 styrofoam and Rainier Light 
 picking up cans all day 
 litterpickers dream of trash 
at night 

  © 1984,2012 Jeff Hartzer


NOW, that you've picked up some trash, here's that GREAT video from You Tube...Enjoy.


 





Hilarious French Cat Video

Sunday, July 1, 2012

BALLOON OVER BUNNYTOWN

The Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta is known the world over as the largest gathering of Hot Air Balloons anywhere...It always takes place the first two weeks of October when New Mexico is at its most beautiful. Each of those two weekends, provide startling mass ascensions along with daily activities in the early morning and at sunset during the week. It is in the cool of autumn mornings that the "Albuquerque Box" best works allowing for balloonists to take off in one spot, float silently eastward toward the Sandia Mountains, and be gently brought back to the same area that the took off from for safe landings.

However there are companies that offer balloon rides year round as well such as Rainbow Ryders of Albuquerque.  On a recent June morning the unmistakable sound of gas being shot up into the envelope of a passing balloon woke me and our Schipperkes up...The balloon seemed to be lower than usual as it passed over BunnytownUSA and in fact, ended up landing a block away in the midst of our neighborhood.

Here are some photographs of the fun and surprising event...


Hot Air Balloon and BunnytownUSA







Hot Air Balloon touches down at St. Francis Xavier Church.




Hot Air Balloons open their tops to let out hot air on landing.







Soon to open the traditional bottle of a.m. champagne, 
the crew and passengers will soon celebrate a soft landing. 

--photographs courtesy Aquila Arts LLC and © 2012 Jeff Hartzer--