A very large recycled roadrunner (with wings made of crutches!) overlooks the Organ Mountains at sunset. You can read more about it here (I think it’s brilliant!).
Today was the first time in 13 years that I didn’t spend the first Sunday in November at the Marigold Parade in the South Valley. I didn’t go because it didn’t happen — the organizers are taking a break this year to regroup and possibly find another direction.
The Marigold Parade has been one of my favorite days of the year for over a decade. It’s always happened very close to my birthday (some years on my birthday itself) and I must say, I felt slightly depressed all day. It seemed like a very special day that fell completely flat this year.
In honor of the many years of joy that parade has brought me (and countless others, no doubt), here’s one of my all-time favorite shots. I took it 5 years ago, on an uncharacteristically cloudy and rainy day. This little girl was standing close to me with her Halloween bag, collecting all the candy parade participants were throwing to the crowds. I took several photos of her when she wasn’t looking — but in this one she saw me. I thought her side-eye was incredibly impressive — and adorable.
Taking pictures of the rides on the midway at the State Fair is one of my absolute most favorite kinds of photography. There are bright colors! bright lights! and lots of motion! And, for some inexplicable reason, dozens of folks jumping in front of my camera virtually begging me to take a photo of them. I could maybe understand it if photographers were a rare breed, or cameras were hard to come by — but these days, when everyone who doesn’t live in a cave has a phone camera in their pocket? I don’t get it.
There was some kind of magic afoot when I visited the Gilman tunnels a couple of weeks ago. It’s generally really hard to get this kind of shot, looking out from one tunnel through the other. Usually there’s a car parked between the tunnels, or people walking up the road, or just wonky light. This time, though, conditions were perfect — including the angle of the sun, more to the north than it is any other time of year.
The tunnels were built about 100 years ago for a logging railroad.
On the scale of things we say “only in New Mexico” about, this upside-down governmental sign ranks pretty low. Even so, only in New Mexico.