We set out on the back roads, crossing the Great Wide Open.
Oh New Mexico. She looks like nothing much, but is everything.
Pick a road, and it will take you beyond where you thought there was to go. So we just kept going.
80 miles of dirt road, skirting mountains that look like smudges from the distance, but are filled with hidden mountain things. Crossing in and over, around.
Some folks say they prefer a place colored green. I say, I’ll take this glory.
I’ll take these long hidden roads, and the places they lead to.
I’ll find my way with the ragged map, the poems that tell old stories, the brightly dressed children like flowers in the dry land. 
We’ll make camp far from anywhere. Call the long grasses, the stone crags, the dark mountains and thirsty junipers home.
For it is.
Kyce Bello 
Sharing the wild places with children and getting yourselves out of the city -vital!
Beautiful– Vast and iconic!
I love this. Thank you for posting pictures. I can’t wait to get to my new home.
So lovely Kyce! I love your way with words; and the way you choose to see and share. Thanks for being you! RAL* ❤
I tend to read your poems twice, basking in it all. thanks for sharing the journey, always good for the heart!
Wonderful photography , just wondering about the camera and lens used to bring such great photos ..
thanks jp from Austin texas
It’s a humble little point and shoot Canon that sometimes does magic…
You are too kind, JP, thank you for visiting!
Beautiful Kyce! I have been thinking that this strange warm wintertime feels almost seasonless- we see the form and texture of the land in purity and stillness, like the carpet of changing seasons has been pulled back and we see the bare skin of the land underneath. Your images bring that feeling home for me.