Bisti Means Badlands

Life has changed, the old place exchanged for a new one.   We've shed the skin of shallow breathing and closeness for another, where orion's belt is in full view.  Our new/old house is unliveable, going through the process of peeling back layers to the original bones.   A motel is substituting for home until the project is finished. 

During this time of transition, I spend part of the day taking the dogs on excursions around the area, exploring canyons, old dirt roads, and mountain passes.  The mornings are for chores, routine tasks of one sort or another, contacting old accounts, updating information and working on assignnments.  The afternoons have become my salvation.  I load up the dogs along with a big jug of water and water bowl, a map, and plenty of gas.  I have favorite haunts, places that have a hold on me, something magical that goes beyond words.  Over the next few months I'll post photo essays of the most exotic landscapes I encounter.  I invite you along for the ride.

Today, I'm posting photographs from the Bisti, which are badlands in New Mexico-- close to the Four Corners where Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, and Colorado meet.  The colors, textures, and shapes keep me coming back time and time again.