Last weekend (the first weekend in December . . . what the?), hot air balloons were supposed to take off from the canyons and crannies of Red Rock State Park out by Gallup. It was the elusive Red Rock Balloon Rally, only there were no balloons. The snowstorm that waited all week to dump finally […]
There are many disgusting things to say about dogs. They revel in bodily excretions, going so far as to eat their own #2 or making a second meal out of a meal they’ve just vomited. They often reek (I am convinced they are the only animal that actually smells worse immediately after bathing). They chew […]
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 […]
. . . over my head in the morning window.” (Sunrise on Thursday. I didn’t think it would be so enigmatic because when I first looked out the east windows, everything was cloudy, grey, and speechless. And then it spoke! . . . And that little school is St. Joseph’s, where I work and where […]
