Cowgirl Pose
I came from a yoga mecca—southern California, where there are too many classes and kinds of yoga to choose from. Which is fine if you practice twice a day, seven days a week. When I moved to Roswell…
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Category: Only in NM
Pilgrimage
Sitting in the small café in Vaughn in the middle of December 1997, a warm bowl of chile on the table before me, I waited for an epiphany that wasn’t coming. My brother sat across from me, studying…
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Digging In
By the time I woke, my body temperature had dropped to the point that I was shivering violently. I rolled over into the fetal position and my sleeping bag squished. Someone was calling my name. I…
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My Grandfather “Dub”
This portrait of my grandfather, James W. Shockley, is one of the images I hold most dear from my personal project about the American West. I made this photograph a number of years ago in my…
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The Song of the Hawk Moth
New Mexico never lets you forget where you are. In Albuquerque, where I live, there are sleeping volcanoes rising up at one end of town and, at the other, the grand Sandía Mountains jutting high above…
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