Los Poblanos Inn and Organic Farm


For my Multimedia and Communication project I decided to take a look at behind the scenes of Los Poblanos Inn and Organic Farm kitchen crew, led by the talented head chef Jonathan Perno. Los Poblanos holds a firm belief in sustainability and keeping it local. Not only is there food exquisite but their property is equally charming. This story was also featured on an online gallery in still photos on the Daily Lobo (http://www.dailylobo.com/gallery/photoissue-localgrown) and The Daily Lobo Photo Issue for Fall 2016 (https://issuu.com/conceptionssw/docs/nm_daily_lobo_12_08_16_photo_issue)

So have a  look at my first multimedia project consisting of stills, video, music and audio.

I hope you enjoy it, just as much as I did being there and putting it all together.

Happy Holidays,

-Diana Cervantes


All Life is, is a good game of Chess


20161102095840015_0007Here are a couple of black and white film images that I took of my two good friends playing chess in the bosque. This was for our sequence project, the one rule was that our camera was to remain stagnant and in the same spot throughout the whole shoot, while telling a story.

Please enjoy.

And remember all life is, is a good game of chess.



10,800 ft In the Sky

At the end of May, I, the bloke and two of our good friends decided to go on a backpacking trip. It was my first trip, and although it was gruesome I greatly enjoyed it. The tranquility of nature and the beauty of how untamed and free it all is took my breath away. So here are a couple snapshots of our time there. (The only picture I did not take was the second one, that one is courtesy of the bloke).

Enjoy friends, and go outside.






P.S. these pictures are from the Pecos Wilderness and Lake Stewart, in Northern New Mexico.


Carpe-Diem: Jinja Style

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You know those moments when a certain song comes on and you are driving down a certain road with a particular person and the moment just feels perfect? Like you just want to bottle it up and play it over and over.

Well this type of moment happened Friday night.

Homesickness kicked in for my friend, and I feeling the monotony of the already stressful semester just needed a small adventure, something to cocoon myself into and find wonder in. So off to Jinja we went, for an authentic Asian food experience (or so we hoped).

Processed with VSCOcam with f2 presetTo our dismay it appeared that it was going to be a 45 minute wait.

But then something amazing happened. We made small talk with two strangers waiting for a table. They were honestly two gems of people. Making us laugh and we connected over similar things like Alma Maters, travel and high school teachers.

And it was refreshing to know that people can be so open. To know that there is still charm and kindness if we allow ourselves to open up, to attempt at connection instead of seclusion. To simply say, “have you guys been waiting long?” with a smile and watch as humanity presents its most beautiful facet.

Well, the food turned out to be great and the chatter of the bar rose and rose and people laughed and laughed, and connections were made.

I managed to share with my friend that I had planned a possible trip for Korea at the end of the year for my upcoming 23rd birthday (as she is leaving in May). And I watched as tears formed in her eyes and the sadness of home sickness and other worries melted away, as she opened her home to me.

We talked of the places we would see, and the beauty of Seoul in the winter time, and of meeting her lovely mother for the first time.

And those strangers? Well, turns out that they were seated in the booth behind us and before they departed wished us the absolute best in life-and it felt honest and real, heartfelt and genuine. As though hugging us with their words.

And we felt full bellied.

Processed with VSCOcam with f3 presetWe drove down the industrial district enclosed in the warmth of my Jeep. The city lights gleamed brightly as though smiling down on us, and a Korean song played. And in that moment all that mattered was being present in it all. Present in each others friendship, the scenes unfolding before our eyes, and in a small moment that made us feel like we were far away yet in the same place- as the melody held us in a dreamlike reality.

Have a great week friends.

All my love,


*All pictures on this blog are my own unless stated otherwise.

Home in Snapshots

Rediscovering home this labor day with my dear family. Fields, water, sun, trees, open fields. This is Albuquerque, this is home. Hope you all had a great Labor day weekend friends!




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I Miss You, I Love You, Like Crazy


All I want is to run into the arms of my dad and tell him about how much I miss him… of how much I’ve learned about God and of his goodness…. I wonder if he remembers the times we would wash my car together as we splashed each other with water underneath the last glows of the days light… and I wonder if he remembers my laughter and the times we watched movies in the late of the night simply because we could…

I want to see the tall proud skyscraper that my brother is… to see all that he has learned and how much he has grown literally and figuratively. I want to know how many caramel Frappuccino’s he has managed to drink without me, and wonder how many moments I have missed out thus far… And I wonder if he still remembers the night before I left where all we did was eat McDonald’s and attempt to get through Edward Scissorhands before I fell asleep…

I wonder how many times she has walked into my room and stared at its vacant walls and the many books I left behind. I wonder when I’ll get to feel her embrace again and her light breathing. I wonder if she remembers the night she lay on the floor with me as tears rolled down my cheeks, wondering why this had to happen to me… or the many times I fell asleep with a study book underneath my arm and she would gently switch off the light… And I wonder if she remembers that we have the exact same pajama pants that bind us to one another still, amidst the long distance that is the Pacific…


I wonder if they remember the last time we embraced at the airport as the security checkpoints distanced us… I wonder what they felt as I took the plane for the first time… and if they wondered at what God was doing… and when I would possibly again return to the arid, placid cactus land that is our small corner of the world, where the sun sets over the Sandia’s ever so perfectly that it almost hurts to look at them.

I don’t care how sappy this all may seem I miss them with in ache in my belly that hurts so intensely that it sends a current up to my heart. I know that this is all part of the journey, and that I should simply, “suck it up!” But frankly today I don’t care… I just want to let it out. To write it out. And when I look back one day I can realize how big a blessing it is to have family ever so close, that you can hear the snoring from down the hall…

I want to see them… yet I don’t know how much longer I will be here. Its all an unknown journey, and its all a step at time with a broken or full heart… when the only thing that is real is God… and everything else feel like the Sahara desert…. And when all you can do is cry out in prayer to God hoping he will hear you…

You don’t choose your family.  They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them.  ~Desmond Tutu

*All picture courtesy Pinterest.