No sitting on horse without permission. Look for horsemen.

During my recent driving trip with my son, Garrett, one that took us through Monument Valley, the Grand Canyon and Canyonlands we realized that way more than half of the voices we heard were from foreign shores. And my best guess is that this aspiring John Wayne hailed from eastern Europe. I going with Kazakhstan because I like the way it looks in print.

Posing as the Duke on a Navajo pony in John Ford country is an assiduously controlled endeavor as you can plainly see. It’ll cost you five buckaroonies for the privilege. Or for you, my young Tselmeg, that'll be 1,704.984 Tenges.

Canyon Glow

On a Wednesday night we arrived at the east entrance to Grand Canyon National Park just as the sun was falling below the canyon rim. The ranger warned us, “You’re about to miss the sunset. You’ve get about five minutes. Desert View Tower is half a mile on your right. Hurry and you might make it.”

We sped to the parking lot and literally ran to a spot to the right of the watch tower. The brilliant orb was falling fast. But not too fast for these.

Just because

The church in Coyote, New Mexico

No name mesa on the way to Monument Valley.

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I left Taos Wednesday mid-morning with my son Garrett and by the time we got to LA Friday evening we’d seen parts of the Navajo Nation, Monument Valley, Lake Powell and the south rim of the Grand Canyon. At 11 tonight (Sunday) we drug our sorry butts home from the Emmys and I am dragging like a sod farmer in the Dust Bowl. This one is as perfunctory as I've ever done. Doing it 'cause I can't miss a post after something like 550 and counting 

The Immels at Immel + Immel: Our New Mexico

Saturday night our Immel + Immel extravaganza opened at Wilder Nightingale Fine Art here in Taos. I’m pleased to say we enjoyed a big turnout, especially for a Labor Day weekend with about a thousand competing events. Big thanks to Rob Nightingale for mounting such a handsome show and even bigger thanks to all the collectors, fellow artists and friends who made the opening so special.

A special call-out to out my dear friend, the photographer Daryl Black, for being our designated paparazza. Didn’t expect it, Daryl, but it sure was appreciated. Photo up top of Peggy and Steve courtesy of Ms. Black.

There's still time to catch the exhibition. It's up till September 17.