Today, in a decisive departing from my usual postings, I’m switching tactics. I’m posting about America. Not Spain, nor elsewhere in Europe, but my homeland.
I could make excuses, claiming that it’s a prompt taken from Word Press’ weekly photo theme (#escape), but honestly, it’s not. I was simply feeling nostalgic for a trip I took last summer with a friend. Where? We loaded her car with sweets and sleeping bags and headed south of Denver to the Great Sand Dunes National Park and onward to Taos, New Mexico. In the inspiring awe of nature, I’ll let images of sand dunes capped by soaring mountains win you over. In unrelated (but simply bizarre) news, outside this National Park, a separate park (or rather, farm) exists. It houses crocodiles and other prehistoric creatures. Sources tell me that you can even get intimate with the snarly things and wrestle them. I didn’t stop, therefore I have no further evidence, just internet speculation about this. Enjoy!
It’s not named the land of fire and ice, but between days spent skipping on hot sand and
hiking huffing up 14,000 feet, it seemed to sanction it.
More in polaroids to come!