Remember that post I wrote, shortly after we brought Flynn QiuQiu home, where I admitted to having briefly mourned the life I'd left behind? The independent, unfettered life on the road, with no one but my dog to tie me down? Well, I did recover from that brief period of mourning. I left it behind. I no longer regret the passage into this new life. I am fully in and of my life as a mother.
That said, from time to time on this blog I like to revisit the old photos, the ones I took on the road, on the highways and byways of the Southwest. Those of you who have been with this blog for a long time will recognize some of these. I hope I have added a few new ones.
We will return to the desert, and QQ will come to love it as we have. I so look forward to introducing her to life on the road. (If, that is, any of us can still afford the gas!)
But for the time being, I have my memories, neatly (OK, not so neatly) stored on discs and external hard drives. I like to pull them out from time to time, revisit them, feel the dry, warm air on my skin, smell the creosote bushes, the hot tar and the red dust, and rework my photos with my gradually (very gradually) improving knowledge of how to handle photos.
So here's a little walk down memory lane, from some long, languid, solitary days spent in deserts of my past....