The first time experiencing the Southwest, is every day of your life, because it's endlessly vast - The open view for hundreds of miles in all directions, and the swirls of clouds and mountains and grasses. One lucky Greyhound >shutter-click!< caught just a glimpse of the infinite beauty and expansiveness, which truly is, the Southwest.
Southwest Swirl, a Southwest Landscape
"...the swirling creations of Mother Nature..."
This is a little mesa approaching Carlsbad, New Mexico, which I caught a glimpse of while travelling to get my first KZ750-Twin motorcycle. I didn't have a truck at the time, and since the seller assured me it ran perfectly, I hopped a Greyhoud from Santa Fe and was on my way.
I had some Ilford still loaded in my 35mm Minolta, with my Rokkor 16mm F2.8, and had just been test-sighting the lens, when this lovely work of New Mexico's Mother Nature appeared, and I snapped. I was astonished weeks later, as that was how long you had to wait sometimes for your film and photos to be developed, especially specialty infrared film. Astonishing was how an accidental moment caught so many intricate beauties of the Southwest.
Its gentle shrubbery, its fierce cactus, its astonishing clouds, its nuanced upsloping landscape that weaves from shorelike-sand all the way to pillars of sandstone rock composing its mesas. And the sweeping arch of the road a Greyhound wheels-by, upon which one sits, safely in a vehicle so alien to this terrrain. Somehow, this streak of man-made road speaks to me of our momentary dance we have with the swirling creations of Mother Nature, dressed majestically in her black and white.
