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bone density
My traveling companion: Look! There’s some kind of a carcass down there!”
Me (as I execute a pair of u-turns): Can we get down to it?
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Anyway, as you can see, we DID get down to it. And made photos, of course.
It was an elk skeleton. Unless it was a pterodactyl. There’s no way to tell: we’re not paleontologists or whatever. (My spouse, who is also not a paleontologist*, was kind enough to explain all the ways this WASN’T a pterodactyl…)
near Truchas, New Mexico
photographed 7.2.2024
*He’s a Pilates instructor, which is very similar to being a paleontologist because both fields involve bones. Or something.
javier y la virgen
At one of the shrines at the sacred place, I saw a pair of tiny socks hanging with a rosary, a cord bracelet, a safety pin, and a medallion that says “Italy.” And sorrow – there seems to be a lot of sorrow there, too.
el santuario de Chimayó
Chimayó, New Mexico
photographed 7.2.2024
flag day
Maybe you’re wondering if I am *still* showing Pride photos.
Yes. Yes, I am.
And there are still more on the way.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 6.29.2024
even for a moment
So, it’s called Golden Hour for a reason…
And also, how cool that our casita came with its very own bell.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 7.2.2024
the end of all
Two years ago, I attended Bruce Cockburn concert in this very room.
The very last song he played was the hauntingly beautiful instrumental piece ‘The End of All Rivers.” It was emotional: I was pretty sure it was the last time I would get to see him perform. I cried during the song.
And then, as the last notes faded away there was a tiny, crystal moment of silence in the room and I’m sure I wasn’t alone in reflecting on his music and how it’s touched my soul.
So when I went back into the room, empty now except for those memories, it was almost like that crystal silence was still there, waiting for me to return.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 6.29.2024
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