Feb05
Sometimes I Wonder…
Why did I ever move to a “sleepy town” like Las Cruces? The answer is complex – I was looking for something that I wanted to find. The wide open spaces, the lure of “enchantment” in New Mexico, and just tired of the “white bread” midwest.
My marriage had dissolved long ago, I had no children, my parents were both gone. There was no reason to stay in Indianapolis. I was alone in a big city. Now I’m alone in a sleepy little town. It’s taken me years to learn that one’s true home isn’t a physical location – it’s inside your heart. My heart yearns for the beauty and wonder of new experiences – where I’m not a sedentary observer, but a true part of the beauty and landscape.
I know it’s coming, but I’m impatient having spent summers gathering glimpses of a life spent exploring and photographing. Certain memories comfort me – like a memory of a campground high above the town of Moab, Utah where I was surrounded by a cool breeze and a million stars as I stuck my head out the bedroom window of my former RV.










