Visiting “Home” ~Las Cruces, NM


So I got to go “home” to visit my Parents this last week.  My Mom and Dad have retired and moved back to where I grew up. I had such a great time visiting with my parents and seeing old friends.  Please enjoy my picture diary of our visit.

The Wonderful Sunrise that Greeted me as I drove to Las Cruces.




“Home is not where you live, but where they understand you”

~ Christian Morganstern

The smoke from the Gila Wilderness Wildfires made for some very dramatic sunsets. This is a shot from my parents back yard. The mountains are the Robledos looking west towards the Gila and Deming and Lordsburg.

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My Mom and Dad’s new house is just amazing. My mother should have designed for “Good Housekeeping” Here is a small snippet, their breakfast nook..

“Home is the place where it feels right to walk around without shoes” Unknown

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I had to go Picture hunting while I was there. Love the stucco homes and the vivid colors of all of the old buildings.

“One may have a blazing hearth in one’s soul and yet no one ever come to sit by it. Passersby see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on the way.”  Vincent Van Gogh




My Dad even got into the game of “Picture Hunting” We took a drive to the desert and found this amazing Hawk perched up on a Yucca, I had forgotten my SD card and we drove back to get it and came back and the Hawk was still there.. I am very fortunate. The mountains in the background are the Organs looking North towards Albuquerque. The smoke was so bad, there was never a day I could get a good picture of them.

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A Great candid shot of  My Dad

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“No matter under what circumstances you leave it, home does not cease to be home. No matter how you lived there-well or poorly.” ~ Joseph Brodsky

This was one clear day that I got to get this amazing shot of Picacho Peak.  The sky is always so Blue there.


My Drive back to DFW I found some really cool shots right before Van Horn TX.

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I had such an amazing visit. I am so excited to share my views of “home” with all of you. I really hope you enjoyed it as much as I love this place.

Red Hibiscus and Random Garden shots


“May flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day. May songbirds serenade you every step along the way. May a rainbow run beside you in a sky that’s always blue. And may happiness fill your heart each day your whole life through.” ~~~ Irish Blessing









“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…” Frances Hodgson Burnett




“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.” Frances Hodgson Burnett,



Storms and Skies and Dandelions


“You cannot forget if you would those golden kisses all over the cheeks of the meadow, queerly called dandelions.” ~~ Henry Ward Beecher







“It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stony street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the iron fence, the radiant dandelion, shining in the grass, like a spark dropped from the sun”  ~~ Henry Ward Beecher




In the Garden


“In the garden my soul is sunshine”

– Unknown



How does one become a butterfly?” she asked. “You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.”Trina Paulus




Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly, “one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.” 

— Hans Christian Anderson



“Butterflies…flowers that fly and all but sing.” – Robert Frost


Main Street Festival

Busy Streets jam packed to the gills

Street food smells wafting up through the square

Art to Buy, Art to Make, Art for Sale

Just got to love it here.

Painted Faced children run around in delight..

Sounds of laughter are not hard to find.

That first taste of cotton candy..

Tis the best time of the year..

Spending time with my Sweetie.. mesmerized by the Warm April Air..


So Comes the Long and Lonely Night

Writing Challenge for Isa..


Man reading by grave in cemetery



As she lie dying he lovingly took her side, once again he read to her,
as he had so many times before.
He was her eyes, he was her life, she was his soul.
As the tears blurred his eyes he strained to read the passages on the page.
Although, he knew the words by heart… somehow today these had been erased.


He allowed his mind to wander back to that day, when her smile first lit up his world.
A tragic accident that took her sight, he was the tutor simply hired.
There she was, laughing and smiling out on the pier
Her auburn hair blowing and whipping around her face
The smell so strong of saltwater taffy was quick on his tongue, playing tricks with his mind.
This first memory of her was forever set in time.


First they found trust, then courtship, then lovers they became.
Then college, marriage and children of their own.
A lifetime of love they continued to build, Solid as pillars made of stone.


Endless they loved for years on end, he saw to her every need.
And every night he would read to her..
Of beautiful places, she’d never been or had been too young to have seen.
He would read to her passages from her favorite books.
Stories of Endless Love, Castles, and of Places by the Sea.
Night after night, she would listen to him and slowly drift away to sleep.
Till the gray took her hair and time took his gait,
They would end every day like today.


All was well till she fell desperately ill and slowly withered away.
As he watched the life flow in and out of her lungs, as she labored and struggled to breathe.


Her last exhale escaped.. it seemed to be trapped in time.

Yet he continued to Read.

He stammered to read the last line in the book, he tried with all his might


“So comes the long and lonely night” was whispered on the breeze..

Do You Hear Them…





Words are knocking at the Windows of my soul.

Whispering ever so softly… rattling my proverbial cage

Pressing through trying as they may, they take their first long breaths.

It seems like a lifetime has passed since they had a voice.

A lifetime since they have managed to peek out of their darkness.

I hear them as they beacon to me.

Come, Play, Write..

It is safe now.

Come out and play in the Elysian fields with me.

I, We, They have won.

Conquered the silent darkness that so often plagues me.

Slayed it like a good dragon should be slayed.

St. George would be so proud of me.

I am followed now by crusaders of words lost and now found.

Adorned with a crown of Euphemisms, Allegory, Allusion and Metaphor.

Proudly I set them free..

Let their voices ring and echo, ebb and flow.

Clanging and clattering about like a thousand wind chimes.

Do you hear them…

Windborne like a thousand tiny dandelion seeds.

They dance around my mind.. gathering in clusters and colonies.

Finally Words take shape and pour-out, simply laid, falling right into place.