A very snowy December day. I took a long walk with the camera and felt like Lucy in Narnia.
My gym, Evolve. Seems kinda mundane, but I've spent a good portion of my life here. Being part of a fitness community is endlessly rewarding. (And any of my Evolve friends who read this will TOTALLY make fun of me for being sappy now.)
On some travel for work, I went to Santa Rosa and Tucumcari, New Mexico. In Santa Rosa there's this geological phenomenon called the Blue Hole. As far as I can tell, it's the same thing they call a cenote in the Yucatan. It's an 80-foot-deep spring that's a constant 62 degrees. (I think that's the temperature, anyway.)
I took lots of photos of the koi in the Blue Hole. (Yes, the water really is that blue.)
I went on to Tucumcari, where I visited the historical society museum there. I thought it was kinda hokey at first, but I grew to love it, because it was obviously such a 3-D scrapbook of the community. Clearly, lotsa folks donated skulls. . .
. . . and family photos.
I love a museum that doesn't take itself too seriously.
On the drive back from Tucumcari and Santa Rosa, I managed to get several photos of these pronghorn antelope. I was surprised by how curious they were about me. The longer I stood there, the closer they got.
Here's the view in my windshield as I headed back to Santa Fe. That's Hermit's Peak, which looms over Las Vegas, New Mexico, stomping grounds of the Placid Lagoon (Tommy).