Sunday, March 26, 2017

Betwixt and Between

Green River, Utah is a withering former mining town just off I-70 in the center of the state. It’s a place that you stop when you can’t drive any farther. You left Grand Junction in your rear view mirror a 100 miles ago and it’s 100 more to the next services in Salina. When you do condescend to take the off ramp you discover a bevy of decaying buildings and the most incredible light come sundown. This little shed at a railroad siding on the south side of town is one such treasure.

973 souls populate the once thriving uranium mining mecca, the site of a defunct missile launch complex and now the potential host of a nuclear power plant. It's a slippery slope to oblivion.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Mesa Vista

Ghost Ranch is one of New Mexico’s iconic locations, all red rock mesas, piƱon pines and scrub. It’s makes for a perfect photo jaunt which when combined with lunch at Bode’s General Store in nearby Abiquiu. After lunch jump over to Plaza Blanca for more New Mexico magic.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

It's still life

For three weeks I’ve felt like I’ve had one foot in Guatemala and the other here in New Mexico. I miss the adventure and freedom of being in a new place yet I'm glad to be back home. I've been musing about the nature of travel, especially the kind that allows enough time in a place to feel like you almost live there. It’s like having two lives and those two lives add up to more than the sum of the parts. Two and a half lives maybe or three. It makes life seem larger, longer and maybe even slower which in my advanced middle age seems handy.

Today I get back to the basics of black and white photography with a couple of still lifes, the shallow depth of field barbed wire from the village of Golondrinas which lies between Mora and Watrous, New Mexico and the succulent from the cliff walk in Laguna Beach after a rain. The raindrop flecked agave probably says desert to you not the Mediterranean environs of Southern California. I live for these little misdirections.    

Sunday, March 05, 2017

This and that in Antigua

The cross of the church at the Convent of the Conception

We're winding down on the trip that never ends. Time to get on with contemporary New Mexican imagery methinks. Then again, one never knows.

On the chicken bus to Pastores from Antigua.

Camera shy in Antigua.

Madonna at the market

Volcan Agua at dusk from Avenida 3