Monday, August 26, 2013
We are not from New Mexico. In fact, we don't particularly like it here. We feel the undercurrent of dissatisfaction creeping up on us again....brought on by the big city, the noise, the crime. The suffocating heat and the relentless sun. The stark, dry, unforgiving land around us, broken only by the all too infrequent rains that cause massive flooding and often destruction.
We are heading north shortly, (as we do whenever the need overtakes us), for an extended period of time. Time for solitude, interaction with nature, communion with the mesas and canyons and mountains we love. These are the adventures that feed our souls, that make us believe there IS a better place that the one we currently live in.
We may reside in New Mexico, but our hearts are in those wild places to the north, the places haunted by the spirits, the places that have stolen our souls.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Macro adventures in the backyard. Flowers, water drops, and a garden visitor. Common enough things, but they look somehow different through the macro lens.
How close can I get to the mantis before he attacks me? (I don't actually know if they attack, but this guy is intimidating.) After the photo shoot, we each go our separate ways.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
I have always loved to collect things. Rocks, artifacts, photos of the places I love. They tell the story of my life, my life that has so wonderfully intertwined with these treasures. Here are some of the things we've collected on our travels. Things that make me happy, that remind me of the adventures we've had. (Yes, I have been home too long. I am ready for more adventures.)
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Beautiful, powerful, sometimes dangerous. Yes, it does rain in the desert. Hard, driving rain. Hail. Wind. Thanks to my nifty weather-sealed camera, I can run outside during the storm and take pictures! Enthusiasm aside, we get so little rain here in the desert, every storm is a celebration, even when the streets flood and the canal becomes a raging river. And they said it's a drought.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
I set out a jar of sun tea and the hardworking husband attacks the stump. Durango assumes a supervisory position. The stump and the heat of the day were tough, but the husband was tougher.
After a morning of digging, we break for an awesome backyard picnic of black bean and brown rice quesadillas. (What dog does not love a picnic?) We linger in the shade over sun tea with honey and ginseng, and the guys return to the project at hand. Once the stump is out, the hole is filled and the surface seeded. Not at all like our usual adventures, but a necessary job, and a job well done.