Monthly Archives: June 2018
Only tourists but the view is nice
This is the view from the picnic shelter on Interstate 40, just west of Santa Rosa, New Mexico. Is it any wonder that a David Byrne song* came to mind?
We’re only tourists in this life
Only tourists but the view is nice
near Santa Rosa, New Mexico
photographed 5.28.2018
*”Everybody’s Coming to My House”
Water/Walker
The water in this spring-fed pool is a constant 62 degrees.
This guy is about to be pretty chilly.
Blue Hole
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
photographed 5.25.2018
Faith can have many layers
The weathered wood, glass-free windows, sunlight on the floor, the distant mesa, all layered up.
Taiban, New Mexico
photographed 5.25.2018
Tire and jet at abandoned church
Me (speaking in general terms about this place, which has been photographed a billion times): It’ll be a big service to the photographic world when that place finally falls down.
Me (approaching Taiban, New Mexico, on a recent trip): We HAVE to stop. I need to take some pictures.
Lesson: I cannot be trusted.
Taiban, New Mexico
photographed 5.25.2018
Not Random. Probably.
There are 64,331 interments in the National Cemetery in Santa Fe. I chose this one, more or less randomly, to photograph because I could get a good angle on the graves and flags. And the desiccated rose was nice, too.
And then it got weird: turns out that Kay Wiest was a photographer: the Kay Wiest Negative Collection (4,000 4×5 negatives) documents her work as a staff photographer at the Institute of American Indian Arts from 1964-1971.
So, maybe it wasn’t a random selection, after all.
Santa Fe National Cemetery
Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 5.28.2018
One Day | One Image 