It’s fascinating to me that indigenous cottonwoods almost never drop all their leaves. Bit by bit, they drop throughout the winter — a few here, a few there — and finally they all fall around the time the buds become new, green leaves. This leaf was on the ground last week when a dusting of snow blew through and collected in its center.
Another view of the old wooden staircase in my last post.
This is the back of a beautiful stone building in Duran, New Mexico. I’d never heard of the town until I ended up there on my way to somewhere else; it is clearly a once-proud railroad town that has now fallen into disrepair. (In later trying to learn more about this building, I also found this fascinating blog post.)
A friend and I inadvertently toured a few ghost towns last week, Encino and Duran (New Mexico). They were fascinating: both old railroad towns that have since largely withered away. This is an old storefront in Encino.
The Little Free Library in White Oaks, New Mexico.
Red rock country between Abiquiu and Ghost Ranch — Georgia O’Keeffe’s stomping grounds.