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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.
bound for the infinite
This is one of my favorite cemeteries to photograph, and I’ve never even been inside; it’s locked all the time. There’s a path all the around the outside and the wall’s almost always low enough to see/photograph the graves.
Or if you are really lucky, you can get the wall, the graves, the mountains, and a fast-approaching thunderstorm all in one shot. (And then, if you hurry, you can get back to your car to wait out that rain.)
Galisteo, New Mexico
photographed 7.1.2024
death, dancing (with sunglasses)
The route from Lubbock to Santa Fe goes through what’s left of the town of Taiban. It’s regionally famous because of the old wooden church that’s just a couple of blocks off the highway; it’s practically the law that photographers have to stop and take a million photos..
But there’s also this, a not-at-all-creepy skeleton leaning on a porch. He (?) is just off the highway and so has a great view of traffic heading west. But it’s pretty sunny out there so he (?) is careful to protect those eye sockets with a pair of mirrored sunglasses. Safety first.
Taiban, New Mexico
photographed 6.28.2024

