New Mexico, and particularly the drive into Taos are so incredibly beautiful that I find myself at a loss for words, grinning like a fool, with my suitcase stuffed with real estate brochures, dried red chiles and pinon wood.
Yes, I took this while driving, hence the smudgey windshield.
The Pilot needs a bath.
Taos churches. Yes, I’m still an atheist, however, there is something to be said for the simple beauty of crosses pointed towards a painfully blue sky.
While driving out to the Rio Grande Gorge Bridgethis afternoon, I looked out my window to see plumes of smoke rising from the area near the Taos municipal airport. A nervous flier with an overactive imagination, I snapped a couple of pictures as several firetrucks rocketed past me, into the horizon, followed by a pair of ambulances. So far, there has been nothing on the local news or online, so I’m not sure this was a crash. However, while I was taking more pictures of the moon rise, a professional photographer setting up his gear in the direction of the fire mentioned that he thought a small plane had crashed. I was unable to get close enough to see wreckage of any kind, and my Canon Rebel lacks the goods–or I lack the knowledge–to get a detailed shot from a great distance.
What do you think?
This looks like a runway to the right.
As we made our way back to the hotel, we passed another mishap. Luckily no one seemed to have been injured.
And just because, a few pictures I snapped when leaving Tucumcari this morning.
The Blue Swallow Hotel, which is currently closed for renovations, so the sign was not lit during our time in Tucumcari.
Crazy vehicle and cactus in the adjacent lot.