A Sweet Filler
After my kite took a nose dive from 200 feet, the sunshine and the wind reminded me of my hunger. I left the vacant lot, surrounded by Sawmill’s new development and headed straight for the small food truck, graced with a fabulous pink lady graphic and two vecinas engaged in Sunday conversation. “You HAVE to try her food! You will love it” one lady says. “She makes a gooooood burro, big ones too, only four dollars.”
I’ll definitely have to try one of her burritos, but this day, it was sweets on the menu. Fine by me! I had the Waffle and the Cherry Chia Lemonade. It was delicious!
Kristina had been in the neighborhood for over 5 years, and seems happy about it, too. She operates her food truck, Conchita’s Creations for various events around town. The business is named after her grandmother, Conchita, and honors a collection of recipes left to Kristina by Conchita. Kristina takes pride in her local business and its association with other local farms and restaurants around Albuquerque.
I am proud to meet people like Kristina, here in my neighborhood.
Detached Garages face proposed neighborhood gateway…
Planned inclusion looks good
Excitement builds as we witness continued work on the in the Sawmill community. Here is a lot at the intersection of a commercial/residential apartment complex, a loft complex, and an array of single-family homes with detached garages.
This lot is planned as a neighborhood gateway, connecting mixed industrial, and residential zones within the Sawmill Area redevelopment site. Are you beginning to understand the excitement, now?
Here is a link to the zoning plans of the Sawmill/Wells Park Redevelopment.
http://www.cabq.gov/planning/documents/zoning.pdf
2013
Aaron Love
(http://instagram.com/aaronislove)
“Old Town’s nice.” he says, as he and I descend the staircase. I look around for a bit of shade or diffused light.
“Right here in front of this stucco wall is fine. I’ll need you to hold this grey card.”
“I’m going to leave my shades on…”
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Aaron is a friend who agreed to help me with my portfolio-building exercise by standing for a couple of straight shots. He works part time as a candymaker at a place on San Felipe street. His customers are “a mix of tourists and locals, both rich and ghetto.”
Underpass
In the wake of what’s gone
I see what was never there, and I reckon why you begged for change.
I don’t know whether I’ll ever build my home here, nor whether I’ll ever leave. A fit of jealosy for the brazen flight of pigeons leads me to recall this thought;
Abandon your feathers, one by one, and learn to walk, again. Look not for what others are building, but for what they have already brought.