Wednesday, February 15, 2012


Sometimes I get a little stir-crazy. I long for road trips with my husband like we used to have when we lived out west.  The air harsh and thin, the dust ever-present. Sometimes I need a reminder of where I have been.  And sometimes it works to tide me over until I can travel again. But, only sometimes.

Painted Desert, 2003.

1 comment:

  1. Maybe we can road trip to Marfa while you visit- if not Marfa, then perhaps some place closer but still far out. :-)