|The Redemptortist Renewal Center|
Apparently, the Center owns a large parcel of land here in the lushly vegetated desert, where people come from all over for spiritual retreats. A trail took us past this shrine, through the desert, to a rock maze, and then on to the far side of the rock mound where the first carvings came into view.
One panel contains a large, and well-worn spiral design above a group of human figures holding hands. Some archaeologists believe these art works were a way to commemorate the solstices and equinoxes.
The ironwood trees grew atop the rock mound, where nature's artful patterns rivaled those the humans had created.
Nancy's photographs may turn into a painting or lovely notecards, preserving and commemorating the art of ancient people. Mine will only tell you of this beautiful spot.
As we made our way back to the car, around the north side of the hill, rocks were covered with colorful lichen and plush moss, the moss seemingly so out of place in this arid land.
Next up on our tour was a bit of more modern history - Tucson's Barrio Viejo, a colorful mix of old and new, dilapidated and gentrified, whimsical and classy, funky and posh. In other words, a photographer's delight!
The light wasn't ideal, with the low winter sun casting long shadows, but it was a glorious day, with clear blue skies and temperatures in the low 70's, so perfect for walking and exploring this part of Tucson's past.
This mural commemorates the history of this unique neighborhood, and thankfully, there are those who are recognizing its value before it has been completely destroyed, paved over for another urban renewal project.
And another mural, not quite as polished, but perhaps more representative.
Vibrant colors and fanciful metalwork delight the eye and the camera.
A shrine and a well-manicured pocket park commemorated the death on this street of two young boys, killed by a drunk driver. Plaques and signs told of the history of this corner and the buildings that once stood here and all along the street.
Lunch was calling, so we made our way to a lovely little restaurant in the courtyard of the Tucson Museum of Art, where we sat outside in the sunshine, sipped berry lemonade and munched on creamy vegetable soup,a salad of tender baby greens and a delicious cheesy cracker bread.
Being a tourist in your own home town is the perfect way to spend a day with a friend!
|When Pigs Fly|