And Other Views…..
My photo op drive also gave me other views, and I thought I’d
group these all together, while letting the trees stand alone. Altho taken at the same time, some thoughts
may be different, while others just reinforce some realizations.
Old Homestead
Of course, if there’s a deserted cabin or homestead to be found,
I will find it! And, they do seem to dot
the landscape here. What a tale this
cabin could tell us! I’m not clear
whether it’s still being used to hold feed for the cattle, but it looked pretty
“alone” to me, sitting out in this field, with an old windmill alongside. Still, the colors of the sky and grass, and
of the cabin itself, lend a warmth to its station in life, doesn’t it?
Old Windmill
This image gives us a totally different perspective, doesn’t
it? The white-capped mountains in the
distance reminds us that it’s likely cold outside, and the black & white
finish makes the entire scene seem a bit desolate. Add to that, an old windmill, no longer in
use, but still standing tall, and the overall effect is of something
forgotten. A lost homestead, a former
life – it’s for you to decide.
Snow-Capped
When I saw this scene, I felt a sense of community. If you look closely at the foothills of the
mountains, you can see a few farms/ranches.
Yes, the mountains sort of dwarf them in comparison, but I get a sense
of the plucky, tough people that call those farms or ranches home, and make a
life there. Their lives may be
physically tougher than ours, but they certainly have much grander views to
compensate!
Abandoned Cabin
I found this little guy along a train track that ran along a
highway leading to a very small town. I
would have loved to explore him up close, but there was a fence in between us
that made that impossible. Still, I love
the rough wood, in several shades of gray, and the resilience that I felt just
looking at this cabin, still standing, after years out in the middle of
nowhere, withstanding winter storms, spring winds, and the strong sun of
summers gone by.
Church Bell
As I wound my way toward home, I saw this wonderful church bell
perched in the steeple of San Vincent de Paul Church, in the tiny town of Punta
de Agua, New Mexico. This church was
established in 1878, and is quite the tiny little church. However, my focus was on the church
bell. I don’t know if it still rings
out, calling people to worship, but I love the character of it, and the
simplicity of the cross standing tall over it.
In a way, it’s a tribute to this tiny town, still standing and vibrant
so far off the beaten trail.
Slice of Past Life
Still in the town of Punta de Agua, I came across a deserted
building. The open window would be
mostly hidden during the summer months, by the leaves of the tree in front of
it, but during this time of year, I could see thru it and into the remains of a
past life. An old stove is all that is
left of what must have been the heart of a home, the kitchen. The touch of turquoise around the window pane
makes me believe that this was a well-cared for home sometime in the past.
Private Property
Another snippet of a deserted building in Punta de Agua. The sign letting me know this is considered
Private Property, speaks to a time when life inside this window was bustling
with activities and daily chores. I would
have loved to step closer to look inside the window, but I felt I needed to
respect the sign. What’s inside? A story left untold perhaps.
Enjoy!
