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.