Come morning, I’ll be through them hills and gone

It goes without saying that this has been a long year that seems to grow longer by the day. I live in a country (and a state) that is incredibly unwilling to rise to the occasion, lead by people who close their eyes and hope that a pandemic just goes away while downplaying the death of hundreds of thousands of people and taking every opportunity to divide us more every day. Those of us who have taken every precaution and do our best to respect others and side with facts are mocked and continue to have to live with this dark cloud hanging over our lives.

2020, as a whole, has been an incredibly disgusting, saddening year.

With all of this as a backdrop - not to mention hazy skies due to the massive wildfires on the west coast - I escaped to Colorado and New Mexico for a few days last week to do what I do best photographically - avoid people and lose myself in the unending challenge of finding images.

The road trip ended up being a bit more that 3,250 miles all told. I thoroughly explored the northeast corner of New Mexico - roughly Raton to Tucumcari - along with the area around Taos and Great Sand Dunes National Park in Colorado. The weather was beautiful and the scenery was perfect.

I am desperate to push further westward into the deserts. Perhaps next time.

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Post title: Townes Van Zandt - Snowing on Raton

I guess the light that is gone belongs to yesterday

It’s been awhile since I’ve really explored Nebraska’s “Bohemian Alps,” a fairly isolated landscape of rolling hills in Butler and Saunders counties where the first Vavaks to come to this state settled. I spent a warm Sunday wandering gravel roads, up and down the steep Platte River bluffs, and looking for details in the small towns scattered around the hilly country.

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Post title: Bill Callahan - Another Song