It’s rough, I know, but sometimes there must be sacrifices. I shot this from the parking lot at the Cimmaron Visitor’s Center, which in fairness only has space for maybe half a dozen cars. There’s plenty of space on both sides of the street, however, and yes, I know it’s Sunday. It strikes me this [...]
New Mexico
These were very calm. Took note of camera shutter noise, but that was all. More down the street!
We were driving around Cimarron (pop. 888) and wondering why almost every house, no matter how poor—and there are a lot of those—had some kind of fence around it. As we came around this corner, the answer suddenly was obvious! It only takes one visit from a pair like this to send you down to [...]
Just a corner of the lobby of the St. James Hotel
We’ve always driven through Cimarron, population 888—it’s only a few blocks long—but today we drove to Cimarron. Certainly unprecedented in my experience, and I doubt many have. That’s both understandable and a damn shame, because Cimarron is one of those places with an essence. Hell, this place will essence you to death. I like it, [...]
1964 or three or maybe sixty-two
I‘ve seen some strange things in my day. Had a deputy sheriff security guard staple a ticket stub to my collar at the Sex Pistols gig at Randy’s Rodeo in San Antonio. Saw Captain Sensible of The Damned do an encore in the nude at a nightclub in D.C. And then there was the time [...]
Taos Mountain left, San Miguel on right (officially “Old Mike” but that’s just silly)
“But it’s May,” she wailed, as the snow came down last night. “May twelfth!” She had me there. The price for breathing some of the cleanest air in North America (when it isn’t dusty and the forest doesn’t burn) is having “spring” become a dirty word, as in, “The sheep got through the winter fine [...]
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