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Getting to Know Dave Floyd

Sometimes you meet someone who makes meeting someone seem so easy.

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Durán in a Morning

Durán is an architect, a hip hop connoisseur, and an art collector.

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Individual World Poetry Slam: Flagstaff

I first attended the Individual World Poetry Slam (shortened to iWPS) in 2005. This is my 11th Poetry Slam Incorporated event. My fourth with camera.

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National Poetry Slam: Decatur

I knew about the National Poetry Slam within a few weeks of learning about the poetry slam. Now I cover it annually.

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Tejon Street Corner Thieves

The Corner Thieves play what they call “trashgrass,” a saltier, dirtier, bluer-than-bluegrass mountain music. But when you see them, that’s obvious.

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Dig and Serve Brunch at Zendo

A pop-up gourmet restaurant experience: The best local food, just harvested, prepared on-site, in a long-table setting.

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Felix Lucero’s Assault Rifle Cross

The day I met Felix Lucero, he told me about his assault rifle cross. I documented the end of his process, and its installation at Los Jardines Institute.

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Cloacas at Fanta Se Fest 2016

They say it’s jazz in a folk mode. I say it’s experimental folk with a dash of drone and klezmer. Cloacas’s sound is warm, fun, welcoming, and unique.

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Blockhead at Sister Bar

He’s full of quick smirks at howling audience members, booty-shaking iron-stomping tango beats.

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Digging in the Well

If you have a regular gig—for me, Poetry & Beer photography—you’re probably familiar with this problem.

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Bees & Seeds 2016

Last year’s March Against Monsanto was a big deal, and the afterparty in Tiguex Park was a blast. This year’s was a worthy successor.

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Road to Rich’s 2016

A year ago, when Don and I pulled out of Rich’s mountain driveway, and began the sleep-haggered drive back to Albuquerque, I knew.