Car near Goshute, Nevada, 2012. One of few.
I trailed behind a government (Bureau of Land Management, AKA, BLM) and public caravan out to a site near Goshute, marked as one of the horse management areas. Shortly off from us, the pinyon and juniper were thinned. This, as a BLM guy explained, was one of their projects: cut down the P&J.
The entire visit was predicated on the idea of putting up a giant fence to keep the horses in their zone.
(Since it would go over mountains, rivers, streams, everything, etc., it was vaguely reminiscent of the fence on the border.)
On the way back, I stopped off when I saw the Car near Goshute.
Lake Tahoe in August, 2011. One of many.
On a hot August day in 2011, we headed to the Lake. (Lake Tahoe.)
Armed with a 30-pack of Miller Genuine Draft, (MGD) we parked way on the side of the road and hiked down to the beach. We used the lake’s own temperature to keep our beer cool.
It’s a normal 12-ounce can. That’s just refraction. Refraction and a minnow.
One monochrome, one not so.
Iceicles in May, 2012. One of few. South Fork, Nevada
Landlord left the water on in May. Taken in 2012 in South Fork, Nevada, outside of Elko.
Las Vegas Portraits, November, 2013. Two of many.
Cemetery lights. 2013.
When I first moved to New Mexico, to work at the Rio Grande SUN, I lived with four other people, two dogs and one cat in a converted warehouse in Santa Fe.
I soon decided to make the jump to Española. Once I did, and settled in to my chosen surrounding community, I noticed the graveyard. The graves are decidedly of one flavor or the other. Either, those who lived into, at least, their 80s, or those who died in their 20s or before.
