The rocky cliffs of New Mexico have their own rugged beauty. I took a tram to the top of Sandia Peak, where the temperature was a good 30° cooler than on the desert floor.
In stark contrast to the jagged peaks are the jumbled piles of rounded rocks.
The light is so different in New Mexico; most of my pictures look over-exposed, due to the bright desert sun.
I'd like to go back some day, preferably in October when the hot air balloon festival occurs, and then spend some time hiking around and viewing the pueblo ruins. In the meantime, I've got to get home to my husband and little girls . . . I miss 'em!
Dinner last night: chicken and rice casserole
Exactly one year ago: