Down by the river and there’s just me making my way while the way makes me »Buy This Photo!«
Garden of Eden
I hung around last night for 15 minutes taking picures. Not another car came by.
Now what the hell does that mean? Different strokes for different folks, I’m sure. But how about Jupiter-in-the-sagebrush? Would that grab anyone? Well, yeah. Yet this is nothing whatsoever like what we think we’re looking for. The house is like a little spaceship or survival capsule. There’s solar pre-heating for hot water and radiant floor [...]
At Orilla Verde north of Pilar in the Rio Grande del Norte National Monument
Another dispatch from the terrible high desert! Behold the poor female mallards, forced to feed and find shelter on the banks of the Rio Grande. The water was running high and clear on Sunday afternoon. So much water going south, where everybody steals it. The ducks kept to the slow water unless they wanted to [...]
Clouds over Miranda Canyon hiding Picuris Peak
You come to appreciate clouds, living in New Mexico. First because they’re usually welcome, and second because you can see them in the clean dry air. This is a morning view up by the trash can looking south. Mysterious enough, okay, but if I’d taken my camera with me on my hike this afternoon, I’d [...]
Looking downstream, Rio Grande at Pilar
That’s what my late Aunt Mary said when I first told her we were planning to move from the family home town on the Eastern Shore of Maryland to the terrible high desert of New Mexico. That she was at least partly right obscures the more obvious point of her losing a personal representative in [...]
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