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Valles Caldera

June 13, 2012 Leave a comment

Rhythm.

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Acoma, NM

May 10, 2012 Leave a comment

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Rain

October 19, 2011 Leave a comment

 

Rain.

Rio Puerco valley near Cabezon.

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Sandias in Mist

June 8, 2011 Leave a comment

 

The Sandias watch over Albuquerque through mists of snow and rain.

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End of Winter

March 21, 2011 1 comment

The cold of winter appears endless when, overnight timid grass grows. I always miss the season that just passes.

A tribute to those frigid days.

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Rythm

January 5, 2011 Leave a comment

One of my favorite photographs is one by an excellent early New Mexico photographer, Lee Marmon. It is Girls at Clothesline, 1954. With two girls hanging up laundry on a clothesline, the setting is simple. The tones are breathtaking and the moment is timeless. I never thought it was possible for me to like this photo more. And then I read a poem by Joy Harjo that accompanied the photograph in the book, Pueblo Imagination (a fantastic book of some of Lee’s great New Mexico photos). This poem has haunted me from the moment I read it. It is so perfectly New Mexico, and yet the rythms of life bridge both time and location. Since reading this poem, I have trained my eye to look for those rythms.

In taking this photograph I was moved by the adobe melting back into the earth. I wondered at the lives that had lived in the dusty village of Guadalupe, NM. The bright days of harvest and happinness. Life. Beautiful colors. All of that history has melted and blown away in the fine sand of the Puerco valley. And now it is the dark, moody cycle of decay. It felt so dead. So final.

It is but a moment.

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Balloon Fiesta

October 22, 2010 1 comment

Another fall arrives, another balloon fiesta passes. I love the balloon fiesta’s light atmosphere. It is one of the few events in Albuquerque where most attendees are genuinely happy. Smiles and yawns, steaming food and brisk autumn air, the cold black of night chased as the morning sun slowly warms over the field. On this day, that beautiful sun spilled through the crowds dowsing everything in a warm glow.

Here the balloon crews work to fill the balloon with enough hot air to get it upright, the flames right at home amidst the fiery glow of morning light.

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