so far in NM
Yesterday I was walking up a dusty trail into the foothills on Albuquerque's east side, taking photos and entranced by cacti and birds flitting through the brush. The sky was very intense in its blueness, and it was the time of day when the contrast of late afternoon golden light and deep shadow tends to send me into a reflective mood.
The first time I saw this part of the country (when I came to graduate school at Arizona State University in 1985) I found it harsh and a little scary. But in time, walking around the desert, I opened up to its stark beauty. Now it all feels like home to certain part of me that seeks focus, simplicity, quiet, subtlety. Odd to feel I belong here...the mesas and arid ground covered with spiky plants are so far removed from the soft hills and leafy expanses of the Midwest. But I know it's a feeling I share with others. One of the things I love about being here is knowing how many other artists and writers have experienced the aura of expansiveness and freedom of the high desert.
I'll be here a few more days, and this has been a great trip so far. I don't have a way to post photos until I get home at the end of the week, but look for them then!