Sunday, November 27, 2011
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.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Sunday, November 06, 2011
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.