Peralta, April 19,20

North of Albuquerque the desert stretches into infinity.  Long, low hills of sand dotted with sagebrush is all you see, once you enter the land of the Santa Ana Pueblo Indians just past Bernalillo.  Then suddenly there is a faux adobe wall indicating a restaurant and a golf course at the next turn.  There are… Continue reading Peralta, April 19,20

New Mexico

*April 16th, Peralta   The elm trees are greening up before my eyes,  their black and gray branches blurring now to leafy shafts rising towards the sky.  The cottonwoods, whose twisted branches form elaborate patterns against the deep blue New Mexican sky, have not yet begun to bud. Barren mountains break the eastern horizon, and… Continue reading New Mexico