83°F / 4:03 am

a peak a narrow window a length of clouds

“it's only a paper moon”

zig zag journeys the sunny south a salsa bar

36 Hours in New Mexico

saddle up a fine cream-colored mule

an unimaginable mystery

eager to be abroad in its

startling white church, its clustered town and its acacia trees

clumps of wild pumpkin

a great colony of gray-green lizards

petrified rock, “yellow as ocher”

ancient juniper trees

jutting upward 700 feet from the sandy plain