Friday, February 20, 2009

You know,

it amazes me that I can

1) look into a place
2) take pictures of that place
3) yell hello and have a yelled conversation with the people in that place
4) hear the same birds and river noises as those people
5) fish the same water as those people
6) probably be hit by a well-launched water balloon from those people

but I can't
1) walk a couple hundred feet to shake hands and picnic with those people without violating international laws.


Note to Self: Look into legality of cross-border water fight.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Last Saturday

I spent the late afternoon at Anzaldua Park and Dam, on the Rio Grande, taking photos and reading. People from both sides went into the river to fish. At most, the water was chest-deep; I guess because of the dam. The water gushing through it filled the air with a gentle roaring. The sound and the sun made me sleepy. The book kept me awake.
I believe the park will end up on the Mexico side of the border wall, even though it's in the United States. One of these days, I'll want to lie down again on the sticker-filled grass, and I'll need a passport.
I could walk across the river. What would they do, deport me?








Why are the pictures so small and blurry?