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the crossing of things
This place is unbelievable – I walked across the bridge and looked down (way the hell down!) to the river below. I tried to imagine what it would be like to see a kayak going by and what the kayaker’s view up would be. I tried not to notice how much the bridge vibrated when trucks drove by. I tried not to think about how freaking many trucks there were. And I tried to make it all the way across before I had a heat stroke.
Oh, and I took some photos, too.
Rio Grande Gorge Bridge, New Mexico
photographed 9.3.2024
ever rest
I might have stayed a little longer to work some things out on this composition, but the (very) nearby dog sort of indicated that perhaps I had already overstayed my welcome.
(I have what I hope is a completely irrational fear that loose, barking/snarling dogs fully intend to eat one or more of my legs.)
Puerto de Luna, New Mexico
photographed 10.6.2024
privacy curtain
You know how sometimes you pull into a little town and it seems friendly and you think about stopping for lunch or a coffee so you can have little bit of time chatting with the locals? And then later you check VBRO because it seems like maybe you’d like to go back for a long weekend and you wonder what your options are?
This town is…not that sort of place.
Puerto de Luna, New Mexico
photographed 10.6.2024
decorative water
You could hear this little fountain before you could see it. Or photograph it, as far as that goes.
Santa Fe Botanical Garden
Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 9.2.2024
roadside jesus
There were two or three people out that day, wearing yellow safety vests and cleaning up litter from the roadside. If my memory is correct, that section of the highway had been adopted in memory of someone; it’s reasonable to assume the people I saw were related to the in-memory-of person.
Anyway, this wagon was partly filled with some of the larger trash they’d picked up that day.
Rio Arriba County, New Mexico
photographed 9.3.2024
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