I’ve been through Fort Sumner, New Mexico, hundreds of times. And never once left the main route through town. So last spring, when I was returning home from a photography weekend with a friend, I did it: I drove down a couple of side streets.
I saw this. And stopped to photograph it.
And heard a very loud argument coming from a nearby house. Maybe you’ve heard this kind of argument – where you can’t quite make out the words, but the emotions are quite clear. Anyway, it seemed like maybe leaving right away was in my best interest, as I didn’t really feel like getting caught up in a gunfight* or anything.
But now I’m intrigued by what else might need photographed…
Fort Sumner, New Mexico
The side of plate-sized pancakes was delivered by the home-town waitress, who also dropped some knowledge about the correct (and tidy) way to eat them.
She said, “Cut a hole in the middle, hon, and pour your syrup right there. That’ll keep it from runnin’ off the plate into your lap.”
It seemed like valuable information, and I am more than happy to pass it along to you.
Tha Pancake Shop
Hot Springs, Arkansas