Oh sad American night! Then we were in New Mexico and passed the rounded rocks of Raton and stopped at a diner, ravingly hungry for hamburgers, some of which we wrapped in a napkin to eat over the border below.
Sal sees sadness in America because of his inability to connect with so many of the Americans he passes. For every connection, there are a million missed ones.
from On The Road by Jack Kerouac
Here I am, writing from Albuquerque, New Mexico.
What a wonderful trip it was!
We passed by and stopped at so many beautiful, enchanting, mysterious and authentic places with it's own spirit, which is so different from any other place in the US.
Albuquerque, Santa Fe, Madrid, Los Cerillos - now you have a special place in my heart.
Please share with me the joy of New Mexico, Land of Enchantment in my photographs.