Monday, August 13, 2007

These are From New Mexico

Himself and I have really been pining for home lately. We miss the desert. We particularly miss New Mexico, which is strange, since we've never actually lived there. Once he married me, however, Himself has made the trip to NM every two years or so to visit family. It's a place that definitely grows on you.

In Florida, my biggest complaint is that I can't get my head above the trees. I can't "see" where I am or where I'm going! The above picture shows how you can see for miles in NM, and this was on a day when there were many fires so it was a bit hazy.



When you come up to a sign in NM, you actually read it. Another may not appear again for quite a while, so you have plenty of time to ponder whatever was just read.

What I love most about New Mexico is how unchanging it is. Bigger cities like Albuquerque have changed and grown, but there are still places even in Albuquerque that have been the same my entire life. I think this is what gives it the most "home" feeling to me. I can come back to things and they're still there.


While I now live on the east coast where much of our nation's history first took place, I have found it's a very commercialized history. It's fenced in, museum'd and fee'd. A tour guide will give his perspective of the event as he knows it, or as it has been carefully recorded for him in tour guide school.

In New Mexico, history is everywhere and it's largely untouched. Above is an old water pump that actually isn't that old, but it does speak volumes. Who used it? Why did they place it exactly here? What is that rusted vat doing behind it instead of where the water pours out? how long did it take to string all that barbed wire?

Does anyone know what these are? I'm guessing some kind of wheel thing, for some kind of equipment thing.


These are leaning on the wall at the hotel Mom works at once in a while. It's the only one in town that I know of, so it stays pretty busy! I think they're beautiful . . . actual iron-rimmed wheels from an actual wagon. These are nothing like the one Glenna was given from Walmart to decorate her western room!

Most people drive through New Mexico and see a dry, barren place. I say, get out of the car and look more closely.






Geronimo used to ride through this area all the time. If these canyon walls could speak . . . .




5 comments:

chocolatechic said...

Gorgeous pictures!!!

Mrs. Darling said...

Oh my how different we are on this! LOl Living in the land of tall Douglas Fir and Mount Hood I find beauty in the woods. I feel all discomboblulated in the desert! LOl

Pics are gorgeous!

Bagel Two said...

Hey, where's the lemon drop picture?
I miss the desert, too, and I didn't really live there, did I? I love your beautiful, lonesome pictures.

Mrs said...

We ate the lemon drops, remember? It took us a couple of years, but we finally got through them!

Bagel Two said...

I can't stop. Help me.

Jar of candy suns
Well-traveled, tart, dusty-sweet
From New Mexico

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