I'm back in Wisconsin after a week and a half spent in and around Albuquerque, New Mexico. My rather traumatic car trip featured a blown engine on the way out and a fried battery on the way back. But in between, things were just fine. I was able to attend to some art business, visit old friends, see some beautiful galleries, and check out the Helena Wurlitzer Foundation which offers artists residencies in Taos for up to three months. That's definitely something I'm hoping to do in the future. I was able to borrow or rent a car while mine was in the shop, and to get out and around the landscape. The cottonwoods and aspens were in full golden glory.
I always have the odd sense of coming home when I get to that part of the country, with its open, expansive and rugged landscape. This sense of home has nothing to do with the actual chronology of my life, as I have never lived there, only visited a few times. The Land of Enchantment, it's called, so I guess I'm not the only one to find myself with a sort of spiritual attachment to the place.
This photo was part of the view from a series of natural hot spring pools in the Jemez Mountains. I was intrigued by this cliff, with its strong vertical columns of rock and their heiroglyphic-like eroded faces.