Lately these images had been on my mind, so I dug them up from my New Mexico files.
They were taken when I rode with one of the missionary couples as they dropped off children at their homes on the Indian reservations. The area in which they live is dealing with some extremely tough situations. Suicide is rampant along with abuse and alcoholism. However, these children are being loved on because of the amazing people there and the faithful God we serve. The missionaries live heavy lives… heavier than I can even begin to comprehend. Why do they stay? Why are they passionate?
Love is the greatest commandment.
Photos from my New Mexico story are uploaded, edited, and captioned…I am set!
Off to Arizona we went…
THE. BIGGEST. CANYON. OF. MY. LIFE.
My dislike of landscape photography was once again reaffirmed (I like to look at photos of land, you know, I just don’t particularly enjoy taking them) because I cannot possibly capture how BIG this place is. Real big. Wowza.
Also, I SAW A WOLF. And a horse ran by our car faster than we were going, and I saw a bunny and a lizard. I think I have seen my share of wild animals for the summer, eh?
We were wildly excited to get to a nicer hotel room…even though our view was cows.
Well I am flying home tomorrow!! Only to unpack, unpack, unpack, and pack again. Yes, yes yes.
Up Next? High Hamptons, baby.
With a scarf in my hair, new sunglasses (from Cupcake Clothing, Santa Fe) on my face, I am riding down the bumpy road, in the desert, listening to Cobra by My Morning Jacket. Let me tell you, it is brown as brown can be out here, and the wind is quite the overpowering element. But you know what? I am starting to… like it. There’s something about the desert. I don’t know exactly what yet, though. New Mexico has gotta be called the Land of Enchantment for some reason!
Not quite ready to come home? Maybe.
The stories here are amazing. The people’s situations are more than complicated. Thirsty. Everyone’s thirsty for something.
|The potter’s house. Photo taken at Grace Community Church on a reservation in NM|
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New Mexico is a place for…
tornadoes of sand (I know, crazy),
cowboy hats (which also means cowboys… and cowgirls),
snow on mountains (yeah, believe it),
tumbleweeds (we got way too excited about those),
dry air (I am a fan),
and listening to Ryan Adams (nothing but him for hours of driving).
Drinking canned watermelon juice, zooming across the desert, I decided… I like New Mexico.
While covering various stories in this land, we are definitely working, but having loads and loads of fun. Every meal is an adventure, and so far our entire schedule has basically revolved around, “Where are we eating next??” My kind of traveling.
|Whitney beside Route 66.|
|Antique shopping in Bernalillo.|
|Hats and hats.|
|Walking on a dirt road.|
|No longer Anita’s Mexican Food.|
|Gonzalez outside of The Corner Store.|