i never guessed it would be this bad, but i knew it would be "bad". Where i am good at taking pics is in singular quiet places. Travel photos have never worked out for me. So in a way this is as i kind of guessed, but also, worse.
xing the Rio Grande which is just a small plain river
these places in the distance, Homes. Can you imagine living there?
trees appear when the elevation changes
that's an arroyo that at times would flow the same as the Rio Grande. Old Cowboy's dash alligator.
when i used to pass this way more frequently, i often looked at this place. Thinking i could live here. I could do just fine. I wonder who did? What was their Life like? What did they do in their days?
the entrance to Abo. People lived here. Entire lives. Start to finish.
far in the distance a perfect Mesa.
and so it goes, Hwy 60. for some time more and then suddenly we round a curve and are in Mountainair. The downtown some few blocks of Commerce. The outlying acres, homes here and there. Turn right at the flashing light and go down turn left and then left again near the rodeo fair grounds and to the end of the road and i got to Cindy's home. I took no more pics. as in pics of her home, her. It always feels to me that it is invasive, that they and their Spaces are so personal such an intimate experience that i just can't. I didn't ask her so i don't know how she would have felt, but i just didn't. I'd planned on stopping here and there on the way home for some pics but we worked the entire time i was there and i left later than i'd planned and i had a longing PULL for the Goats and Tay who i ended up leaving in her crate. I just wanted to Haul Ass. and i did. Once out of Mountainair the speed limit is 55 and then 60 and i drove it at 80.
so i'll be thinking of this day for a while. NEXT time, Julie, i'll take pics of Mountainair which is a very eccentric community, so very much N. Mex with the Do it how you Do it thing.
And then…last but not least, early this morning i got an Email fro HILDA. You might remember that Hilda identified the Lubber…the giant grasshopper thing? and also more recently reminded me that it wasn't Lavender growing but Russian Sage????? Well….Hilda reads along here and when she read i would be in Mountainair, she emailed saying that she lives so close by in Willard….SO she met us at the Storage Unit and tho it was so short, we MET! and she brought me two books, one entitiled "Never Kiss a Goat on the Lips"…..and now there is a Bright Star over Willard New Mexico where i know Hilda…in person…. IN person.
It was a really fine and fine and fine day.
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