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After dinner

Our genial hosts at the B&B handed us a stack of menus from local restaurants, then gave us a short rundown on each one. Based on their phrase “…and he’s trying to make a go of it.” we ended up at Ken’z Cuisine* for dinner.

The food was good, and the place was totally of the 1970s as far as interior design motifs went.

Española, New Mexico
photographed 8.31.2019

*Yes. That is indeed an apostrophe-z.


I am not sure why all these crosses were lined up along the street on the outskirts of Española.

I’ve stopped at a lot of roadside crosses, and almost all the time they indicate a place where someone lost their life along the roadway. But this seemed different, somehow. For one thing, there were so many of them. And the death dates were different. Maybe over time, this has developed into the most dangerous roadway in the state. Or maybe over time, this has developed into an ad hoc location to put up a cross for a deceased loved one, if you can’t afford a traditional gravesite.

Española, New Mexico
photographed 9.1.2019

Bases, covered

WARNING: if you see this place late one night, and decide to return the next day for a photo, DO NOT believe the directions Google maps gives you. Google maps sends you to a vacant lot on a completely different street. What’s up with that, Google maps?

But, as you can see here, I used my sense of direction* and my memory of place to find it anyway. Take that, Google maps.

near Española, New Mexico
photographed 9.1.2019

*Really. It’s my superpower.**
**So, why was I using Google maps in the first place? Because in spite of that strong sense of direction, Española is one of those towns where I can nearly always get myself turned around. My dad was the same way, both with having that sense of direction AND with getting lost in Española. It’s genetic, I guess?

Parking lot religion

Nope. Not one damn idea what is going on here.

But I do feel the need to point out that the tire on the base of the cross is flat. Very flat. Which I assume inhibits its use as a travel cross. If a “travel cross” is even a thing.

Española, New Mexico
photographed 9.1.2019


I didn’t realize what I had for those few years I lived in New Mexico; mostly the Patient Spouse and I were ready to move somewhere else – anywhere else! – from the minute we arrived. I was, clearly, an idiot for thinking the state had “nothing to offer” and “nothing to see” and “nothing to do.” Seriously, this was here all along.

Admittedly, that pile of old clothes there by the fence isn’t all that gorgeous but it does add a certain depth to the image, with the way it echos the shape of the cloud. And anyway, embrace those imperfections, right?

near Española, New Mexico
photographed 9.1.2019

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