It’s funny — you go a few miles over the border into Colorado and you’re immediately in another land, one that looks like, well, Colorado and the Rockies.
An old sign at the Classical Gas Museum in Embudo, New Mexico.
It’s been a fine spring for roses — although they’re on their way out now.
Nothing is written in stone … um, except this saying.
One of the new Sandia Peak Tramway cars glides in over the two older ones.
Spotted at the grocery store a few weeks ago on an equally old pickup. Unfortunately it was squished between cars in the parking lot and I couldn’t get too many decent photos of it. Which is too bad since it was a low-rider pickup — parked flush with the ground.