Rayo Del Alma: Photography, Art and Thoughts

"Late" Often, I find myself wondering: Is it better to be a late bloomer or to bloom in season? In season, you can feel the warmth of others blooming around you, the light warming you and them, the ravages of time taking your petals along with your fellows. There is no need to stand out, no feeling different... When you bloom late, though, you stand alone, in a field of gray you are the spot of color. The last reminder of a time past and a time to come. You see the splendor of a winter rain, feel the biting cold of the first frost. Seeing and feeling all that your gray brethren could scarce imagine.

"What have I got in my pocket?" As I reached into my pocket earlier today, I had that line from The Hobbit go through my head followed by "... nassty little pocketsess[!]”  With "The Desolation of Smaug" coming out in less than a month, I thought I'd do a quick photo of the things in my pockets. Top Left: my phone (in a duct/gorilla tape case), business cards, lip balm (vanilla honey), pen, 32gb SD card, 16gb CF card, nickel (1940), car key, more lip balm (of forgotten flavor). Bottom Left: Wallet. Top Right: Hair tie, car key, knife (complete with fire starter and flashlight).

What Jesse did after the end of "Breaking Bad."

"Pase y Paso" - I had minutes to get this shot as the storm rolled towards me. The thunder rolling through the valley, lightning arcing above. Hints of raindrops... and finally this.  I had a captured a similar shot right before this but the lightning didn't spider out as much. Right after the first one I yelled out "FUCK YEA!!! Can I get another one!?" The storm gods growled in acquiescence and then came this. I manually fired a strobe to light the elk skull.

"Memories of Monsoons Past"

"Sobre del Vegas" Sunrise on Johnson Mesa w/Hermits peak in the shot.

"Counting the Miles Between Storms"

"The Church and the Meteor" San Geronimo Church during the perseid meteor shower.

Feeling Like Something is About to Begin

Where Are You Now...

And the Darkness Ascends Taken shortly after I found out about the verdict Saturday night.

Sometimes I Start Driving and End Up Where I Need To Be

Dodge This - 1950s Dodge truck in a field during a thunder storm

"Demure" - I pulled over to get some shots of a barn and mountains she walked over to me. Just out of arm's reach, watching me curiously. I turned my camera to her and snapped off a few a few shots. As I turned away, she came closer, whinnied softly, and allowed me to pet her nose.

"Rayo" - I stood, watching the storm head over the mountain, slowly approaching. I could feel the electricity in the air, the smell of a New Mexico rain permeated the air. I asked for the lightning to arc above the truck, in that open expanse of sky and then I would head inside. Two seconds later it did.

Sunsets tinged with smoke from the Tres Lagunas Fire, near Pecos and Las Vegas, New Mexico.