Those clouds seemed nicely fluffy and white and photogenic when I stopped to get them posing behind a stone lion. Later that night, however, in a town 120 miles away, hailstones were so large they crashed through roofs AND ceilings and landed on the floor. And in another direction, about the same distance, a tornado caused damage in a small town. I don’t think the lion knew what was going to happen, but I guess you never know with stone lions, do you?
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