Happy Thanksgiving?

I grew up in the Chihuahuan desert and Ciudad Juárez was only about 45 miles away. The last time I visited Juárez was in 1995 with my girlfriend from Chicago. My parents had asked us not to go, but we went anyway.
After we crossed the border and looked at some of the colorful  knick knacks, we wandered away from the tourist strip trying to track down a music shop so I could buy a guitarrón for my room mate. We ended up being in some strange part of town and so I asked a local for directions to the music shop. He responded with, “How much for your pretty lady?” and we decided it was time to leave.
It wasn’t too long after that when all the shallow graves started being discovered around the edges of the city.

I originally had a longer title for this, but after I painted it on an old 78, I flipped the record over and the name of the song was lil’ Marlene, so I went with that.

 I saw a picture of a woman pointing at her head the other day. When I was wondering to myself why someone would do that, the first amusing thought in my head was the image above.
I may change the colors of the buildings before I frame this. I don’t know…maybe not.
That’s supposed to be a cat by the way.
The razor slipped on the tail and shortening it makes it look like a dog.
If you really want it to be a dog, it’s your brain; it’s a dog.

I originally posted this last night, but I wasn’t happy with my color choices. I deleted the post this morning and took the image down so I could play with the colors some more.
I prefer these much more. I don’t have the option of any color I want, I can only use the colors of paper that are manufactured and sold at my local craft store.
There are places online where you can have any color paper you want created for you, but it is incredibly expensive and the volume you need to order would be a ten year supply for me.
For those of you on my e-mailing list who saw the original image, I hope you like this one better. I think the contrast is more suited to the image.
I’m also trying to use up some odd sized frames. This one is 6.5″ x 7.5″
I also slightly changed the title.
So many changes…

It’s hunting season here again. All the side roads leading to my house are a kind of Mecca for hunters because the fields around here surround a wildlife preserve with a large deer population.
I hear all their excuses, but my problem isn’t with the hunters, it’s with the fact that I don’t like it when people take joy from killing.
Most will say they don’t take joy in it, and then show off all their photos or display something on their wall with pride.
This had many titles, mainly taken from Smiths lyrics, but the turn of the nursery rhyme seemed more fitting.
Go get ’em piggy…