This latilla was from the leftover material for our back porch. I painted it white and intended to add more colors to it. Somehow I just cannot make up my mind what I should do with it. Any suggestions?
Tag: Land of Enchantment
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Another Unproductive Day
Another Unproductive Day We stayed in this morning for we were expecting our gardener to come at noon. Ten minutes before twelve, I received a text message from him telling me that he couldn’t make it today and asked if tomorrow morning would be okay.
Coincidentally, it started to rain a little bit, which wouldn’t have been ideal for doing garden work. The rain today was totally unexpected. According to the weather forecast we’re supposed to get some rain tomorrow. Hopefully it won’t be around the time when the gardener is here..
The gardener’s postponement today disrupted the rhythm of the remaining day more than I’d thought possible. I could have better organized my time..
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Change is Going to Come.
Change is Going to Come. This is the view from our back porch. I could just sit there and take in whatever the nature has to offer. It’s easy to put the world behind, and that’s what I wanted when we decided to leave New York and move to the Land of Enchantment. This world is crazier than ever and so much has happened. Change is going to come, whether we’re ready or not. But this view still puts my mind at ease, and I’m holding on to that tranquility it selflessly continues to offer..
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Information Overload
Information Overload Today has been a somewhat strange day. We did all our Sunday routine and yet I felt the whole day has been wasted. I’m having a mild headache while I’m writing this. I think I’d call it a day..
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Silent Protest
Silent Protest I knew they are out there. I knew there are plenty of people who feel the same as I do. May that be angry, disappointed, disgusted, pessimistic, heartbroken, helpless or even lost, deep down I’m still holding onto that almost nonexistent sense of hope. I needed reassurance. That’s one reason why I needed to be there, to be part of this peaceful protest, to see the faces of strangers who are exactly on the same boat.
Accidentally, I spotted a familiar face in the crowd. He works at our local hardware store and we’ve only exchanged a few words since we moved here. Suddenly our eyes met and he recognized me. He moved towards me and extended his hand.
“Good to see you here.” I smiled and said to him, while I shook his hand with a firm grip.
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What Lies Ahead of Us
What Lies Ahead of Us Life is like a train ride. It is not always going straight or to be a steady journey. It is full of surprises and uncertainties. We can’t always see what’s ahead of us, and we don’t know what’s expecting us after the turn. It may be a bit unsettling, but at the same time it is filled with possibilities.
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No Kings
No Kings I discovered this message written in chalk on pedestrian paths all over our community today. Some look pretty fresh. But a few look like someone tried to erase the information.
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Filling the Void with Emptiness
Filling the Void with Emptiness Today is one of those days that I feel oddly uninspired. I had to force myself to get out and capture a few images, still nothing seemed interesting.
What happened yesterday still flashes before my eyes. I lit a votive candle for the one that left this world so soon, so unexpectedly. I’m really sorry.. R.I.P.
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Abandoned Memories
Abandoned Memories Spotted this abandoned house on our way home from Farmington this afternoon. It’s covered in graffiti, which transforms this empty house into some sort of message board..
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Bisti Badlands
Bisti Badlands One of our favorite destinations in our own state is Bisti Badlands (De-Na-Zin Wilderness). We made an impromptu trip today and it occurred to me this time that we kept visiting the same area each time we were there.
“We really should explore other sites next time. Maybe even staying two nights in Farmington instead of just one.” I excitedly suggested.
My companion was quiet for a moment, barely responded.
At that moment I realized that I had neglected his age and condition. Honestly he was doing so well this afternoon that I almost forgot about the limitation comes with age. His recent physical therapy has been really helpful and his posture has improved. But the back pain and his legs continue to bother him, even though not as much as before he started his physical therapy.
I want to return to Bisti Badlands someday, I promise myself. More importantly I really want my companion to be the one to come back here with me, to witness this indescribable, magical, otherworldly formations for as many times as our fates would allow.
