Sunday, June 14, 2015

Through the Open Door

                                    ... on the high road to Chimayo

                                                                                         ... a little church with a dirt floor 
                   
                                               ... through the open door ... wild sage






Photograph by Santiago Tolman
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6 comments:

  1. AnonymousJune 14, 2015 at 10:07 PM

    We do not choose the places where such things happen, do we.

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  2. shoreacresJune 15, 2015 at 6:08 AM

    I remember that high road. And I remember how the smallest things grow large, against the endless horizon.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineJune 16, 2015 at 10:30 AM

      It's a beauty of a road, isn't it? Love that New Mexico sky ...

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  3. WildBillJune 29, 2015 at 6:40 AM

    The immense will of living things to survive. Mind bending.

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