Been back nearly a week, but there’s been little time to process photos, much less blog about them. Spent the last few days helping my youngest while she took finals, and while I adore my grandson, The Burrito will have to wait, as these shots of southern New Mexico demand my attention.
This was from the tenth, a night with a full moon, which wasn’t exactly conducive to viewing the Milky Way. But my trip to Las Cruces wasn’t merely about capturing the stars.
I found a great peace in vast blue skies and endless (nearly) empty land, such a tonic from my usual city existence. My ears are so attuned to traffic, but out here soothing silence reigned.
The wind was blowy, but I was enamored of how clear was the view, how massive was the sky, how far from civilization we were. In the desert, everyday life disappears; all that matters is simplicity.
That and keeping an eye out for critters and cow pies. I was successful on both counts!