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the center of everywhere
On the drive into the dunes, I was thinking about how much I like to see how wind-whipped grasses carve shallow concentric circles into the sand. And this one came with a scattering of bird tracks for a nice bonus.
White Sands National Park, New Mexico
photographed 12.14.2025
in the stones of your mind
Mind games.
Even while I was standing right there making this image, my brain kept trying to believe that this was drifted snow. It was, in fact, quite insistent.
But it was then and still is drifts of gypsum. But you can see the confusion, maybe?
White Sands National Park, New Mexico
photographed 12.14.2025
it intersects past the end
The long shadows and the clouds above seem destined to meet, somewhere on the other side of the dunes, on the far side of the mountains, maybe in Mimbres or Silver City or even Upham. Or maybe they decide to stay there, on an alkali flat in the middle of the gypsum dunes…
White Sands National Park, New Mexico
photographed 12.14.2025
a lullaby for suffering
Lately I’ve been re-listening to Leonard Cohen…
When I look at this scene, I am unable to decide if the sand is encroaching on the branches and will eventually cover them, or if the branches spend their time escaping the sand and will eventually join their colleagues on the next dune over.
The more I look, the more uncertain I am.
But what does this have to do with Leonard Cohen? Nothing, probably, except that my mind connects photographic confusion and his lyric:
There’s a lullaby for suffering
And a paradox to blame
But it’s written in the scriptures
And it’s not some idle claim
You want it darker, we kill the flame
Paradox. Darker. Flame. Suffering.
White Sands National Park, New Mexico
photographed 12.14.2025
a confused and ill-defined nature
Of course those are clouds, but isn’t it a little more fun to think there is smoke rising from that bush?
Or am I just being weird again?
White Sands National Park, New Mexico
photographed 12.14.2025
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