Tumbleweed Alley. You don’t really know what it feels like to experience a tumbleweed attack, until they are flying at your car on the interstate. My sister and I endured this assault on a cross country trek from New York back to Colorado.
Somewhere on 1-70 in Eastern Colorado
Sometimes after the flood all the colors come out. In this case, it was before the flood. Snapped this photo from the welcome center at the Garden of The Gods, in Colorado Springs. I took a two hour drive all the way down there because I love the weird town of Manitou Springs, and as soon as I got there the skies opened up!
I traveled to Abiqui, New Mexico in hopes of finding breath taking landscapes and fiery red sunsets- the ones I have dreamt about since I was a little girl growing up in Albuquerque. What I found on this cloudy day in northern NM was a tiny pueblo town half full of tumble-down pueblo homes and Native Americans who were still trying to hold on to their land, scraping by making a living in this remote village. I was immediately thrilled with the large number of vacant homes and the lack of inhabitants to enforce our careful tiptoeing through the wreckage of past lives.
“Grandview- Evening Sesh.” Encinitas, CA
I once moved to California because I had always dreamed of doing so. I drove through the coastal town of Encinitas in Northern San Diego when I was seventeen, and I fell in love. I knew some day, I just HAD to move there. I was determined. Ten years later, I packed up all my belongings and drove west through the desert all the way until I reached the ocean. Its funny how things look so very different from far away.
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