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life. long. love.
December 10Don and Patricia Daily married Oct. 6, 1960. In 50 years, the couple raised two daughters, Debbie and Tawndy. Early in their marriage, Don served as a technician at Cummins, a local diesel engine design and repair plant. He worked there for 40 years, while Patricia stayed at home and raised their daughters. Since Don retired in 2000, the couple had more time for their passion: fishing. Often, the couple travels to Laughlin, Nev., to fish. When Patricia is not fishing, she crochets blankets.
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Road Kings
December 10Española is the lowrider capital of the world. Cruising along Riverside Drive, there are a handful of low riders, their hydraulics hopping up and down. The cars’ metallic paint sparkles, and chrome shines like mirrors. Judging by the cars’ intricacies, it’s clear the owners dedicate themselves to the craft. The paint jobs are detailed, and window decals commemorate loved ones. New Mexico is bonded to its low-riding culture.
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¡Suavemente!--by Vanessa Sanchez
December 10Sara Rhodes began flamenco dancing when she was 13. She couldn’t get into a ballet class at the Public Academy of Performance Arts. Now 20, Rhodes said flamenco is a mix of singing, dancing and percussion. “For the lack of a better analogy, flamenco is like the rings of hell — not that it’s hell,” she said. “It’s got these rings to it, and as you keep descending into it, it becomes different things, but at the same time, is still very cohesive.” When not studying for classes, Rhodes teaches and assists at the National Flamenco Institute. She also dances with the renowned flamenco company, Yjastros.
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Triumphant Trailblazer- by Long Nguyrn
December 10Chris Boice is a professional gravity mountain bike racer. Six months of the year, he is traveling across the United States. He races for Yeti/Fox/Factory National team. Last season, Boice excelled in competition until an unfortunate accident at the United States National Championships. O the bike, Boice’s life isn’t di erent from others. He enjoys hanging out with his friends, playing video games and riding his dirt bike.
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the urban harvest -by Emma Difani
December 10The change of seasons doesn’t mean a vacation for the farmers at Los Poblanos, a local organic farm. They continue to deliver their signature Harvest Boxes which are filled with produce harvested from the several active winter greenhouses and supplemented with fruits and vegetables from a network of regional, organic farmers. The farmers and apprentice farmers must do the less glamorous but equally as important off-season work. Clearing of last season’s crops, field clean up and construction of new greenhouses are all fundamental aspects of the famers winter work. To aid in the difficult job of maintaining 36 acres of farmland and also to cultivate a new generation of farmers, Los Poblanos offers apprenticeships for prospective farmers. With an emphasis on creating a cohesive union of professional farmers, apprentices and community members, Los Poblanos poses the question “Who’s you Farmer?”
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poems for strangers -by Amie Zimmer
December 9Joe Williams was whisked off to a light-filled universe after reading Pablo Neruda’s poetic words. “I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth,” the poem reads. In his thick, southern accent, Joe find his own words after reading Neruda’s poem. “It sounds like somebody really likes somebody,” he said. “Thank you for sharing. Now let me share something back with you.” He then opened up the book that rested on the table, explaining the geographical images that lined its interior.
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Together-by Dylan Smith
December 9A band is an organism. The members serve as individual organs working in concert towards a common goal of creation. They mix and match, experimenting with their individual creativeness, as if piecing together a puzzle. This process sometimes results in squabble and frustration, but they press on, driven by the desire to recapture a feeling of creation. They let their instruments fall slack in their hands and meet each other’s eyes with bright, understanding glances that say, “Word. That was good.”
