Easter in the Land of Enchantment

Like every other celebration I can think of, Easter has its own distinctive flavor in the Land of Enchantment.

There’s something spiritual, subtly beautiful, yet larger than life about spring in high-desert country. The soft colors of new spring growth blend gracefully with the beiges, browns and grays of rocks and soil. Mesquite is dotted with pale leafy chartreuse. Birds and their nests seem to slip in overnight on delicately camouflaged wings.

Then again, there are splashes of vivid color as exciting and flamboyant as the swirling skirts of a troupe of folklorico dancers. There’s nothing subtle about the blooms of cactus: crimson, fuchsia, magenta, neon oranges and yellow.

Steely gray branches of octotillo, which many newcomers presume to be dead, literally burst unto fire engine red blooms, as if to alert, wave to and flag down passing pollinators: “Hi, there, sailor bees. New in town?”

Agaves known as century plants can lead uneventful lives for years. Then, one special spring, they’ll decide to go for broke. Suddenly, the plant will sprout what eventually looks like a giant asparagus, an appetizer (or maybe even main course) fit for Godzilla or King Kong. At times, it seems like you can actually see it grow before your eyes: a few feet on Monday, and towering over your adobe abode a few days later.

Survival and procreation are serious matters in the desert. Birds and bees and prickly pears are all ready to get the job done when the conditions are right.

We Borderland desert creatures have our own ways of celebrating the season of renewal.

Artists and craftspersons add their own Wild West twists to traditions that have origins in other parts of the world. Red and green chiles spice our spring feasts and Easter dinners. Bright cactus blooms sometimes find their way into centerpieces of darling, pale pink buds of May, which usually show up in March or April here.

Though we live in a land the unenlightened may consider basic beige, especially during sandstorms, our souls are anything but pastel.

Given a choice, even our Easter eggs are likely to be dyed and decorated in bright fiesta hues.

Take cascarones, for instance. These are not your Midwestern mother’s pale pink, anemic yellow or whispery lavender hard-boiled future deviled eggs, or fragile blown-out shells with intricate decorations. These are FIESTA eggs, in vivid cactus bloom colors, filled with confetti and meant to be broken in a blaze of colorful glory.

I consider this a milestone year, because it’s the first time I’ve been able to go into a couple of local chain stores and buy cascarones by the dozen in nearly stacked cartons. It’s a benchmark, a harbinger — sort of like the year salsa finally overtook ketchup as America’s favorite condiment. (No matter what your cultural background, I think all sane and thoughtful souls could recognize this as triumph of good taste and All-American progress over outmoded tradition.)

Of course, the best cascarones are still hand-crafted by talented artisans. You can learn a little more about the festive eggs in today’s Artist of the Week feature on page E4 of this section.

I learned that Carmen Lopez has been creating her blingy little glittered beauties for as long as there has been a Las Cruces Farmers and Crafts Market. I’ve been a fan of Priciliana Sandoval’s pinata-cascarone-wand hybrids for two decades and even took some to our sister city of Nieburg, Germany, where the citizens were amazed and thrilled.

If you get a chance, pick up some handmade cascarones, or make them yourself and have some slightly messy (but worth it) adventures today after you bite off the ears of your favorite chocolate bunnies.

And if you take a desert hike, watch for jackrabbits and roadrunners who look like they’re on a special quest.

Who knows? They might be bearing baskets of treats.

Holidays usually come with a few surprises in the Land of Enchantment.

Happy Easter!

S. Derrickson Moore may be reached at dmoore@lcsun-news.com, @derricksonMoore on Twitter and Tout, or call 575-541-5450.

May the Force be with us

We ought to be in movies.

Actually, Las Cruces has already been in quite a few, and now the odds of getting in more are increasing.

On a recent warm spring day, we watched a group of desperados shoot it our on Main Street, a High Noon brawl staged by Old West Thunder and Flying Cloud Productions. Then we ambled past a stagecoach, down a short red carpet and into the Rio Grande Theatre, where we heard about the latest development in the Wild West history of filmmaking in the territory.

New Mexico State legislators recently approved a $550,000 appropriation to build what various speakers referred to as the Las Cruces film backlot, a resource that is expected to help draw filmmakers and creators of commercials, videos and other multimedia productions to our territory.

Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, construction should be well under way by the end of the year at Corralitos Ranch, west of the airport.

It’s territory already known well by top filmmakers, and those of us who cover their location shoots. I was there during filming of Steven Spielberg’s last Indiana Jones epic (the one with the crystal skulls, ETS and that now-notorious marriage ceremony).

I was also in the vicinity, during a vicious sandstorm, for a location shoot of Steven Soderbergh’s critically-acclaimed 2000 film “Traffic.”

They were looking for a “third world airport,” I was told, and after scouting possible locations in Mexico and assorted other sites around the world, they were disappointed to find nothing that seemed quite third-worldly enough — until they discovered the Las Cruces International Airport.

Hmm.

Other big-time filmmakers were more complimentary.

Oscar-nominated writer and filmmaker Guillermo Arriaga likes us so much he said he’d like to have a house here, when he came to Las Cruces to make the 2008 film “The Burning Plain.”

He brought along the  likes of John Corbett, Kim Basinger, and superstar Charlize Theron, whose teenaged self was portrayed by now-hotter-than-Bhut-Jolokia-chile Jennifer Lawrence (“American Hustle,” “Hunger Games,” “Silver Linings Playbook”).

Of course, Tony Award-winning, Academy Award-nominated writer Mark Medoff actually DOES live here, and has taken his plays to Broadway from Las Cruces and made several movies in the Mesilla Valley and around the state, including “Refuge,” “Homage,” “Santa Fe” and “100 MPG.”

At the Las Cruces Film Backlot Kick-Off, Medoff praised the bipartisan efforts that are helping to increase resources to lure productions.

“We hope it brings some more movies here and helps movie people see our area is as attractive as other parts of the state,” said Medoff, a founder of NMSU’s Creative Media Institute.

He was among those who noted new resources could give talented students who train here more opportunities to stay, live and work here.

We’re a natural, as they say in the biz.

Our star quality has been obvious from the beginnings of the film industry.

Thomas Edison’s company, in fact, shot the first film in New Mexico Territory and one of the first ever in the American West in 1898. “Indian Day School,” according to nmartmuseum.org, “shows a small group of Native American children and their teacher filing out of a Pueblo-style one-room schoolhouse, and then back in again.” Film pioneer D.W. Griffith’s “A Pueblo Legend,” was made around the time of statehood.

My first brush with New Mexico film fame came shortly after I moved to Santa Fe and was assigned to cover the filming of “Silverado.” It was old home week. The film’s still photographer was a photojournalist I’d worked with for years in Portland, Ore., and the writer was Larry Kasdan (whose credits include “Grand Canyon,” “Body Heat,” “Raiders of the Lost Ark,” “The Accidental Tourist,” “The Body Guard,” “The Big Chill,” and screenplays for “Star Wars” episodes from 1980 to the newest episode slated for 2015 release).

I remembered him as the roommate of a hometown guy I dated at the University of Michigan. We talked about old times and mused about filmmakers’ fascination with the Land of Enchantment.

“Light photographs true here,” Kasdan said.

S. Derrickson Moore may be reached at dmoore@lcsun-news.com, @derricksonmore on Twitter and Tout or 575-541-5450.

Movie Memories

We ought to be in movies.
Actually, Las Cruces has already been in quite a few, and now the odds of getting in more are increasing.
On a recent warm spring day, we watched a group of desperados shoot it our on Main Street, a High Noon brawl staged by Old West Thunder and Flying Cloud Productions. Then we ambled past a stagecoach, down a short red carpet and into the Rio Grande Theatre, where we heard about the latest development in the Wild West history of filmmaking in the territory.
New Mexico State legislators recently approved a $550,000 appropriation to build what various speakers referred to as the Las Cruces film backlot, a resource that is expected to help draw filmmakers and creators of commercials, videos and other multimedia productions to our territory.
Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, construction should be well under way by the end of the year at Corralitos Ranch, west of the airport.
It’s territory already known well by top filmmakers, and those of us who cover their location shoots. I was there during filming of Steven Spielberg’s last Indiana Jones epic (the one with the crystal skulls, ETS and that now-notorious marriage ceremony).
I was also in the vicinity, during a vicious sandstorm, for a location shoot of Steven Soderbergh’s critically-acclaimed 2000 film “Traffic.”
They were looking for a “third world airport,” I was told, and after scouting possible locations in Mexico and assorted other sites around the world, they were disappointed to find nothing that seemed quite third-worldly enough — until they discovered the Las Cruces International Airport.
Hmm.
Other big-time filmmakers were more complimentary.
Oscar-nominated writer and filmmaker Guillermo Arriaga likes us so much he said he’d like to have a house here, when he came to Las Cruces to make the 2008 film “The Burning Plain.”
He brought along the  likes of John Corbett, Kim Basinger, and superstar Charlize Theron, whose teenaged self was portrayed by now-hotter-than-Bhut-Jolokia-chile Jennifer Lawrence (“American Hustle,” “Hunger Games,” “Silver Linings Playbook”).
Of course, Tony Award-winning, Academy Award-nominated writer Mark Medoff actually DOES live here, and has taken his plays to Broadway from Las Cruces and made several movies in the Mesilla Valley and around the state, including “Refuge,” “Homage,” “Santa Fe” and “100 MPG.”
At the Las Cruces Film Backlot Kick-Off, Medoff praised the bipartisan efforts that are helping to increase resources to lure productions.
“We hope it brings some more movies here and helps movie people see our area is as attractive as other parts of the state,” said Medoff, a founder of NMSU’s Creative Media Institute.
He was among those who noted new resources could give talented students who train here more opportunities to stay, live and work here.
We’re a natural, as they say in the biz.
Our star quality has been obvious from the beginnings of the film industry.
Thomas Edison’s company, in fact, shot the first film in New Mexico Territory and one of the first ever in the American West in 1898. “Indian Day School,” according to nmartmuseum.org, “shows a small group of Native American children and their teacher filing out of a Pueblo-style one-room schoolhouse, and then back in again.” Film pioneer D.W. Griffith’s “A Pueblo Legend,” was made around the time of statehood.
My first brush with New Mexico film fame came shortly after I moved to Santa Fe and was assigned to cover the filming of “Silverado.” It was old home week. The film’s still photographer was a photojournalist I’d worked with for years in Portland, Ore., and the writer was Larry Kasdan (whose credits include “Grand Canyon,” “Body Heat,” “Raiders of the Lost Ark,” “The Accidental Tourist,” “The Body Guard,” “The Big Chill,” and screenplays for “Star Wars” episodes from 1980 to the newest episode slated for 2015 release).
I remembered him as the roommate of a hometown guy I dated at the University of Michigan. We talked about old times and mused about filmmakers’ fascination with the Land of Enchantment.
“Light photographs true here,” Kasdan said.
S. Derrickson Moore may be reached at dmoore@lcsun-news.com, @derricksonmore on Twitter and Tout or 575-541-5450.