Long, long ago, after moving to New Mexico, I discovered
the mystery and fascination of back roads – some led to quiet pastures,
and some to old churches, capillas, ghost towns– old crumbling
buildings, broken fences — signs of lives having lived in another
time– places where all you can hear is the wind and perhaps the whisper
of birds’ wings as they pass by overhead…….these roads always seem
to appear at the beginning of one’s journey……. Enjoy!
