The vast empty plains and high desert continue apace.  Just can’t stop myself.  I’m taken by the effect a crude fence and gate can have on a barren landscape. Without them there’s not much going on but with them a narrative unfolds.  When, why and where does the path beyond lead?  It's a story the viewer can weave.  An interpretation residing between the ears.

Antonito Aluminum

Removing context is a sweet alchemy. This is geometric and abstruse in the best sense. There's an illusion of flatness since the grays aren't graduated. If you wonder what it is, it works.

Wagons Ho

Deep ruts cut through dry grass toward the low hills near Cline's Corner.  One conjures images of prairie schooners and hardy pioneer folk crossing the prairie to the promise of a better life.

Praire Fever

Afflicted as I am by a yearning for furrowed earth my auto pilot sometimes points east toward Texas and Oklahoma.  Once you cross the Sangre de Cristos the transition from the high desert to the grasslands of eastern New Mexico is so gradual it’s difficult to say just where scrubland becomes open range.  East of Springer a well ventilated hip roof and a sprawling farmstead speak of grass fed beef and summer wheat.