It was one of those wild, windy days New Mexico is famous for.
Sometimes the wind was so strong I could not hold the camera steady. The air was so cold my fingers couldn't find the buttons on the camera, and it was with stubborn determination alone I overcame the cold and continued to shoot. But I found treasures on the mesa, that day in the roaring wind.
Dogs running free.
And a good-looking guy in a white Toyota.