On the final Saturday of the Balloon Fiesta, I got up at the ungodly hour of 3a to make strong coffee, stare groggily into the mirror for ten minutes before realizing I was, in fact, awake, and throw on layer after layer of warm clothes in order to go out into the cold, wet pre-dawn […]
The first weekend of Balloon Fiesta, I went up Sandia Crest in the freezing dawn to photograph the balloons lighting up almost a mile below. As the sunrise spread up over the mountain, the darkness and shadow of the peak slowly receded, lighting up first the edge of the city and then the balloons. In […]
