- Special Sections
- Public Notices
It rained this afternoon and the moisture made the night air cool and crisp, but it feels stifling in my apartment.
My home’s airless atmosphere reflects my present mind. I keep looking at the blinking cursor on the computer screen and wonder what should be my next word. Writer’s block feels suffocating. I can’t think of anything to write, my only thought is how long my creative limitations are stretching out at the moment.
How did this happen? I was immersed in culture and artistic innovation Sunday afternoon. My parents and I toured the long lines of booths during the Indian Market at Santa Fe’s Plaza. Tables were covered with turquoise and silver bracelets, earrings and necklaces. The displays appeared as rainbows of colorful stones glinting from black tablecloths.
Oil paintings, pen and ink drawings and water color images were propped up on easels. Brave warriors and their horses charged across canvases and bison stood along white painted trees.
On a small stage in the center of the Plaza, a group of women modeled dresses decorated with miniscule beads; while off on side streets, performers pounded on drums and danced to the rhythmic beat.
If you currently subscribe or have subscribed in the past to the Los Alamos Monitor, then simply find your account number on your mailing label and enter it below.
Click the question mark below to see where your account ID appears on your mailing label.
If you are new to the award winning Los Alamos Monitor and wish to get a subscription or simply gain access to our online content then please enter your ZIP code below and continue to setup your account.