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
Sometimes, plans just don’t work out.
We thought it seemed like a good night to stay at our land out in the country. There’s no house, but there is a big covered gazebo. We took cots and bedding and snacks and booze and were ready for a nice time. We hadn’t been out there long when the weather took a turn.
By bedtime, we’d returned home…
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
The snow was melting on Christmas afternoon and on our walk along Canyon Road, we picked our way between puddles and icy patches of snow, trying to keep on the dry pavement.
The weather was changing, though. In fact, we left a day earlier than planned to beat the storm, and we barely made it: new snow was already falling when we left.
Santa Fe, New Mexico