Thirsty, brown grass languishes under a mirage of clouds. Out in the New Mexican desert food is hard to come by...
Paul Finley and I had stopped to take in this sparse beauty, when I caught him taking one of his little walks through the scenery. He often hugged trees in times like these, but I don't think any of these thorny bushes would do. There's no doubt in my mind that the peel found its way to a proper trash receptacle.