I know. I know it sounds ridiculous to say that the High Plains of Texas is, in fact, a wine-producing region. But it is true.
I attended an arts event at one of the local wineries and the condensation on the tanks caught my attention…
Llano Estacado Winery
I took some time the other Saturday morning to explore my own town; it paid off handsomely because not only did I discover an excellent coffee place, but there were some exuberant yucca flowers out in front.
And this reminds me that when I was a kid, I’d eat these flowers, which could surely explain some things.
The ruins of the old church guard the small cemetery; I’ve stopped here three or four times previously and always find something interesting to look at, to contemplate, and/or to photograph. This time, a small plastic Madonna and her child, hanging from a nail by a gold cord, caught my attention.
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
If I am being honest, I must admit that when another vehicle pulled off the road right after we’d stopped at this remote cemetery, it felt frustrating: I wanted the place to myself. And if I am still be honest, once I met Delfie and her husband Robert, I was ashamed for my frustration. They’d driven over from Albuquerque – 260 miles away – to put new flowers on their family’s gravesites. They were gracious, telling us stories about their ancestors and about the cemetery. Here’s Delfie gesturing toward her great-grandmother’s grave; that sort of family history-keeping is not anything my family does and our dead relatives are scattered all over the place. The idea that so many generations of her family are right there gave me a perspective that I don’t generally have.
And so, once again, the Photography Gods knew what was best for me, even if I didn’t figure it out right away.
Montoya, New Mexico