like angel wings
I found this little cemetery up the hill from the regular one, which is noted on the map as the Catholic Cemetery. I guess this one is, then, by default, the one for everyone else.
At any rate, the two plastic trash bags looped over the post looked like a pair of droopy angel wings.
unnamed cemetery
near Abiquiu, New Mexico
photographed 9.19.2026
drizzle/saint
A light rain fell as I wandered the cemetery; it made everything seem quiet and close and I didn’t dislike it one bit.
But I was glad that the saint and little blonde toddler Jesus had found shelter in case the rain got bad. And up there in the mountains, winter weather’s probably not to far away: they need to just stay inside until spring, probably
Abiquiu, New Mexico
photographed 9.19.2026
that light, that yellow
I have gone on and on lately about the light, haven’t I?
I am sure you’re relieved that you weren’t with me on the afternoon I took about 30 shots of a yellow newspaper vending machine. It takes a lot of patience to hang around with me. That’s pretty much a general statement, no matter what I am doing. But it’s also very specific when it comes to me when I’m in The Right Frame Of Mind to do crap like this!
Unrelated: I often travel by myself.
Santa Fe New Mexico
photographed 9.20.2026
spiritual transit
Since my friend David Marks showed me this place a few years ago, it has become an obligatory stop when I’m in the area. Every time I go my attention is caught by something small; this time it was the array of crosses on the walls. Bonus points go to the pieces of hay embedded into the adobe and the way the lit up on the shadowed wall.
ruins of Santa Rosa de Lima
near Abiquiu, New Mexico
photographed 9.19.2026
it was love at first sight
The casita where we stayed last month was a delight. I’d fallen in love with it the minute I saw that blue screen door. The inside was so nice, spacious and comfortable, with just the right amount of decor. But I loved that blue door so much that the inside could have looked like a sketchy motel room and I wouldn’t have minded that much.
But in addition to the screen door, check out the shadows – New Mexican shadows are somehow…more shadowy that anywhere else. And those painted windowpanes?? Are you kidding me?!
(“Just let me know which windows you want me to start painting designs on when we get home.” – actual thing I said to my husband, who backed slowly away from me with a panicky look on his face.)
Tesuque, New Mexico
photographed 9.18.2026
