The Mogollon Rim: it was incredibly and truly awesome. Click for bigass version, you know you wanna.
I have more trip reports, but suddenly my New Mexico is starting to seem like ancient history. There are tales to tell of rail hotels and spider bites and May snowstorms at high altitudes. There are also many more photographers who I want to feature from Review Santa Fe.
Then again, time marches on. Hey, Hot Shot! opens on Wednesday, A New American Portrait opens the following Friday [ed. note: NOT Thursday as previously planned], I'm working on 20x200 (I'm deep into the curating part now, which is super fun) and some other stuff too. And then, on top of it all, June is bursting at the seams with all kinds of photo-related events. It's nuts.
Anyhow, yea, the photo above is from the Mogollon Rim, which we drove along the very edge of for hours without seeing a soul. Dirt road, close to the edge (and even closer from my side of the truck) and me in the passenger seat with white knuckles, sucking my breath in as if it were my last every other second. But also: so stunningly gorgeous, as you can see.