I'm about to put up a post about the book party/soirée/art on the walls event that happened just two days ago. I'm still processing what went on that night, all that led up to it and the aftermath. The most wonderful thing about the whole experience are the friends who showed up. I was really floored by the affection and support.
So I'm still thinking about how to say it the right way, how to thank those involved. I don't generally say much, and this event has me even more contemplative and I appreciate your indulgence and patience. I'll work it out and figure out what to say, but right now I'm still flummoxed by all the attention.
Thus, this short interim post on a few favorite images on the recent sojourn to and from Colorado. The bride flew, I went on another blue highway leisurely photo road trip. I don't know how I can ever be disappointed in doing that—even when revisiting some favorite spots.
The image at the top is near the Capulin Volcano National Monument in northeastern New Mexico. An image from an earlier visit and from a different season is here. I like the earlier one, but this recent one is technically and artistically much better. The light is better at dawn and a bonus moon and beautiful wispy clouds make it an instant favorite of mine. The one at the top here was on the drive to Colorado. Here is another one, a third one I like, that I took on the way home to Dallas:
It's not a dawn shot, taken mid-afternoon, but it fits the other theme elements. A larger version can be found here.
Just south of Palo Duro Canyon, and still coming out of dawn on the way back home I ran across this evocative scene:
A larger version is here. I always wonder about what went on in a now abandoned home—the love, the laughter, the pain and tears. We'll never know, but it seems as if the power of the lives linger still.
I sent my OS friend Steve/Procopius an earlier version of this next shot. Again, it was a different season and a different time of day. Steve loves the Llano Estacado and I know how he feels. There is a spare beauty in the big sky and distant horizons—a vast area that induces yearning and longing either to leave or to return.
See a larger version of it here.
Here's a cool thing: My son, the one that went on the cancer bike ride from Austin to Anchorage, left a comment on this picture when he saw it on Flickr. He said "Perfect TOD…" (time of day). Since I consider Colin to be a much better photographer than I am—his avant garde abilities are incredible compared to my snap-shottiness—getting a compliment from him is something I treasure.
I'll end with a shot from one of my favorite places. This is a dawn shot at the overlook on the south rim of the Palo Duro Canyon. It overlooks State Highway 207, the Hamblen Highway.
In the distance, at the bottom of the shallow canyon, is the Prairie Dog Fork of the Red River.
Larger is here.
You'll notice that I don't feature a lot of people in my shots when I'm on my solo photo road trips. I think it's one of the advantages of taking the blue highways and back roads that suits my not quite misanthropic sensibilities and contemplative (read: slow) photo style and abilities.
Thanks for visiting—I'll get the post about the book debut party up sometime tomorrow or Wednesday (I hope).
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