View of San Miguel de Allende from the western slopes above town. Sunrises, sunsets and starry nights from the plateau were rich reward for the steep uphill trek home in the evenings.
View of San Miguel de Allende from the western slopes above town. Sunrises, sunsets and starry nights from the plateau were rich reward for the steep uphill trek home in the evenings. | |
| Los Balcones, the neighborhood on the western slopes above San Miguel. Beautiful homes, rich colors and artisanship galore. | |
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Good example of the excellent craftsmanship decorating San Miguel. |
| Plaza of the municipal building in Dolores Hidalgo, a desert town near San Miguel, famous for its pottery. | |
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After a full day of driving from San Miguel south through the mountains of Michoacan, hairpin turns, switchbacks and rock slides included, finally arriving at midnight after every single vendor of food had retired for the evening, rising early the next morning, driving high into the mountains, riding horses higher into the mountains, and hiking even further through the forest, we entered wonderland. Each winter, millions of North America’s monarch butterflies migrate to the pine mountains near the small town of Angangueo, Michoacan, to kick it Mexican style until it’s warm enough to head north again. They transform a green pine forest into towering displays of firey yellow and orange. As the morning grows warmer, they begin to stir, fluttering high and low, periodically coming to rest on everything in sight, including oneself. I meditated with them for a time and it was nothing short of magic, a waking dream. Realizing that my photography skills and my camera were too limited to capture the truth of the experience on film, I didn’t even try. On the return trip, we passed these arches, typical of the landscape in that part of Mexico. So, while I have no pictures of the mariposas to show you, I think the arches turned out nicely. |