




One of my favorite things to do in New Mexico is ride around the BLM land with B and his friends while they look for quail and squabble over politics. Occasionally we’ll skid to a stop to double-check a possible deer sighting with binoculars or when I see something I absolutely must photograph (which is often and they’re all very patient with me). I find it very relaxing to drive seemingly endlessly without seeing a soul. Very “No Country for Old Men,” (hopefully) minus homicidal Javier Bardem in a Dutch Boy haircut.
