Route 66 - Cadillac Ranch
Route 66 - Cadillac Ranch

Stanley Marcus created performance art by burying all 1960 model Cadillacs on end and then inviting the public to decorate with spray paint. The layers of paint are molten, swollen to the surface like stalagmites clinging to a cave wall.

These Cadillacs had to be moved as the city of Amarillo encroached upon them; land value creating economic desire,

4x5 frame applied to Infrared 720nm digital image.

Photo by Chuck Davis

Route 66 Self Portrait
Route 66 Self Portrait

Cleeo made his self portrait in Bisti some days later, holding a flashlight during long exposure. I captured my long shadow during the morning light at Cadillac Ranch in Amarillo - a place I've travelling to for decades.

Digitally applied Polaroid Type 55 frame on infrared image. 

Photo by Chuck Davis

Bandelier Rock Formation
Bandelier Rock Formation

My North by Southwest journey was much different than Cleeo's or Keli's - an example was my arrested moment upon crossing path with this anthropomorphic rock formation. It was the first image I processed from Bandelier, a scene which didn't find a frame on Cleeo's camera.

Two points of view.

Ambrotype frame, monochrome processing.

 

White Hands - Poem by Keli Wright
White Hands - Poem by Keli Wright

The elements will work
wrinkles into the smooth surface
(until corruption becomes incorruption)
of these white hands.

The wrinkled surface will smooth,
the vital sheen wear away
as these white hands
darken with dust, ash-fine.

It is vital the sheen not wear away,
not desiccate as memory,
darkening to dust and ash.  Fine.
Cast them folded, then.

May blooms, as paper flowers, in rain.
The elements will work
within the desert storm
until corruption becomes incorruption.

Black Hands - Poem by Keli Wright
Black Hands - Poem by Keli Wright

Within the womb they formed,
ridges in a smooth surface—
(This is Me!)
of these black hands.

The ridges do not show on this smooth surface:
a wall of tuff bears the smudgy mark
of these black hands.
Singly or coupled they hail us.

A wall of tuff bears the mark—
Is ash the base of this substance
by which singly or coupled they hail us,
cry to us across time (I lived!)?

Is ash the base of this substance
from which, within the womb, they were formed?
Cry to us across time! (I lived!)
This is Me.

Bandelier Mountain
Bandelier Mountain

The cliffside moutains of Bandelier are a swiss cheese of openings created by softer sedimentation surrounding harder rock, compressed by a lifecycle of millions of years.

Digitally applied frame, swirling bokeh, scratches.

Photo by Chuck Davis

Cline's Corners - Route 66
Cline's Corners - Route 66

One of the most prosperous travel stops in New Mexico sits on a precipice along Route 66 leading into Albuquerque. In the 1960s and 70s it was famous as the place were aircooled engines broke down, their Volkswagne owners hitched rides into Albuquerque. Many never left, though the eventual destination was California.

In 1979, I felt fortunate my VW camper bus made it up the long incline to Cline's, stopped for a coffee and contemplated my good fortunate.

The rest of the drive into Albuquerque is almost all down hill.

Infrared on digital 35mm frame.

Photo by Chuck Davis

Birth of a Culture - Poem by Keli Wright
Birth of a Culture - Poem by Keli Wright

Always seeking
                    something
     to beat the beast of burdens.

Painted clay,
     Patterned baskets,
          Smoke-blackened ceilings,
               Scrawled Gods on sheer cliffs,
                                    
Obsidian knives screeling against basalt,
cutting the cord between impoverished and idyllic:

A war-cry aimed at the hopeless, dry sky.

Rio Grande - Espanola NM
Rio Grande - Espanola NM

Peeling paint on a forgotten sign.

Photo by Chuck Davis

Santurario Chimayo
Santurario Chimayo

Along a roaring Santa Cruz stream outside Chimayo NM a shining light emerged from the bank, there a devote pilgrim dug with his bare hands and uncovered a crucifix. Around this discovery a church was built, remaining to this day one of the most holy locations in the Southwest.

Within the church a small sanctuary houses an open pit where you may dig the holy dirt, just as the original pilgrim.

So when my first child was born we laid the dirt on the hospital bed for God's protection.

Photo by Chuck Davis

Infrared with coffee toning on digital 35mm.

 

Bisti Wings at dusk
Bisti Wings at dusk

Near Farmington and the Four Corners in the NW section of New Mexico is the Bureau of Land Management's Bisti Wilderness.

The largest winged structure is sculpted geologically by strata densities of rock. The pedestal being soft, shaped by wind until eventually the cap rock "wing" toppels.

Infrared 720nm on digitally applied Kodak negative film frame.

Photo by Chuck Davis

2nd Amendment Cowboy - Route 66
2nd Amendment Cowboy - Route 66

An interesting part of the trip for me was my first stop at some of the iconic kitsch sites along Route 66.  I couldn't pass up this giant statue of a cowboy flanked by figures of Elvis, John Wayne, and Willie Nelson. 

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Hand Made Headstone - San Antonito Cemetary
Hand Made Headstone - San Antonito Cemetary

Turquoise Trail, New Mexico

The headstones here were unique to me and I was taken by the love and care with which they were obviously constructed.

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Trans 2000

Divinity suspended within a slip of water and blood
transubstantiated into plastic,
Purpose into platitudes,
Law into lucre,
        Power into petulance,
            Love into license,
An image vari-colored and vari-cast—
Packaged in a cylinder of acrylic.
It fits the tastes of the marketplace.

Poem by Keli Wright

Dual Headstones - San Anonito Cemetary
Dual Headstones - San Anonito Cemetary

Taken along the Turquoise Trail

Photo by Cleeo Wright

 

Encarnacion?
(for a moment anyway)
Jade would be no better than this
imitation turquoise
once grasped in humble hands—
    arthritic knuckles bowing over smooth orbs,
    counting penitential pleas for peace—
Now still, marked by  
green plastic beads pressed into cement.

Poem by Keli Wright

 

Bandelier National Monument
Bandelier National Monument

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Tree and Tyuonyi Tanka

Beneath scarred black bark
smooth maize branches bend and twist,
rooted and reaching.
Yellowed tuff half-walls rebuff—
worn down, but still resisting.

Poem by Keli Wright

Bush at Bandelier
Bush at Bandelier

Bandelier National Monument

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Bush at Bandelier

apart from grey-green greasewood, sage [and]
brighter willow, [and] cottonwood,
constant yellow sun [and] blue sky mixed by
sudden rash spring rain [and]
poured into [this] crevasse
on [this] desert floor:
a bursting of
Verdure.

Poem by Keli Wright

Eggs - Bisti Wilderness
Eggs - Bisti Wilderness

Alternatively referred to as the Egg Farm, The Cracked Eggs, The Alien Eggs, and any number of other descriptions, these formations were the goal of our first evening in the Bisti Wilderness area.  Taken shortly after the sun dipped below the horizon.

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Santurario Chimayo
Santurario Chimayo

Pictures of loved ones line the walls of this sanctuary.  

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Rock Garden - Bisti Wilderness
Rock Garden - Bisti Wilderness

This theme of hard rocks emerging from the softer surroundings is repeated often in the Bisti wilderness area.

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Bisti Wilderness Area
Bisti Wilderness Area

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Wing Formations - Bisti Wilderness Area
Wing Formations - Bisti Wilderness Area

Serendipity

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Pueblo Bonito Raven - Poem by Keli Wright
Pueblo Bonito Raven - Poem by Keli Wright

What spirits have you brought again to wander long-deserted paths?
What priest or seeker now ascend from kiva depth to overworld?

Alight, dark escort.

What message does your raspish call, so harsh and clear, deliver now to feathered guards who line the bluff above this people beautiful— half-fallen walls of Chaco’s heart?
You, amid this sand-stone waste:
 Stand, cast around all-seeing eyes.

Retell this relic’s history, the fading of the covenant.
Re-form dissolving artifacts into the living people’s soul.

Winged wisdom, speak aloud your peace.

Route 66 - Cadillac Ranch
Route 66 Self Portrait
Bandelier Rock Formation
White Hands - Poem by Keli Wright
Black Hands - Poem by Keli Wright
Bandelier Mountain
Cline's Corners - Route 66
Birth of a Culture - Poem by Keli Wright
Rio Grande - Espanola NM
Santurario Chimayo
Bisti Wings at dusk
2nd Amendment Cowboy - Route 66
Hand Made Headstone - San Antonito Cemetary
Dual Headstones - San Anonito Cemetary
Bandelier National Monument
Bush at Bandelier
Eggs - Bisti Wilderness
Santurario Chimayo
Rock Garden - Bisti Wilderness
Bisti Wilderness Area
Wing Formations - Bisti Wilderness Area
Pueblo Bonito Raven - Poem by Keli Wright
Route 66 - Cadillac Ranch

Stanley Marcus created performance art by burying all 1960 model Cadillacs on end and then inviting the public to decorate with spray paint. The layers of paint are molten, swollen to the surface like stalagmites clinging to a cave wall.

These Cadillacs had to be moved as the city of Amarillo encroached upon them; land value creating economic desire,

4x5 frame applied to Infrared 720nm digital image.

Photo by Chuck Davis

Route 66 Self Portrait

Cleeo made his self portrait in Bisti some days later, holding a flashlight during long exposure. I captured my long shadow during the morning light at Cadillac Ranch in Amarillo - a place I've travelling to for decades.

Digitally applied Polaroid Type 55 frame on infrared image. 

Photo by Chuck Davis

Bandelier Rock Formation

My North by Southwest journey was much different than Cleeo's or Keli's - an example was my arrested moment upon crossing path with this anthropomorphic rock formation. It was the first image I processed from Bandelier, a scene which didn't find a frame on Cleeo's camera.

Two points of view.

Ambrotype frame, monochrome processing.

 

White Hands - Poem by Keli Wright

The elements will work
wrinkles into the smooth surface
(until corruption becomes incorruption)
of these white hands.

The wrinkled surface will smooth,
the vital sheen wear away
as these white hands
darken with dust, ash-fine.

It is vital the sheen not wear away,
not desiccate as memory,
darkening to dust and ash.  Fine.
Cast them folded, then.

May blooms, as paper flowers, in rain.
The elements will work
within the desert storm
until corruption becomes incorruption.

Black Hands - Poem by Keli Wright

Within the womb they formed,
ridges in a smooth surface—
(This is Me!)
of these black hands.

The ridges do not show on this smooth surface:
a wall of tuff bears the smudgy mark
of these black hands.
Singly or coupled they hail us.

A wall of tuff bears the mark—
Is ash the base of this substance
by which singly or coupled they hail us,
cry to us across time (I lived!)?

Is ash the base of this substance
from which, within the womb, they were formed?
Cry to us across time! (I lived!)
This is Me.

Bandelier Mountain

The cliffside moutains of Bandelier are a swiss cheese of openings created by softer sedimentation surrounding harder rock, compressed by a lifecycle of millions of years.

Digitally applied frame, swirling bokeh, scratches.

Photo by Chuck Davis

Cline's Corners - Route 66

One of the most prosperous travel stops in New Mexico sits on a precipice along Route 66 leading into Albuquerque. In the 1960s and 70s it was famous as the place were aircooled engines broke down, their Volkswagne owners hitched rides into Albuquerque. Many never left, though the eventual destination was California.

In 1979, I felt fortunate my VW camper bus made it up the long incline to Cline's, stopped for a coffee and contemplated my good fortunate.

The rest of the drive into Albuquerque is almost all down hill.

Infrared on digital 35mm frame.

Photo by Chuck Davis

Birth of a Culture - Poem by Keli Wright

Always seeking
                    something
     to beat the beast of burdens.

Painted clay,
     Patterned baskets,
          Smoke-blackened ceilings,
               Scrawled Gods on sheer cliffs,
                                    
Obsidian knives screeling against basalt,
cutting the cord between impoverished and idyllic:

A war-cry aimed at the hopeless, dry sky.

Rio Grande - Espanola NM

Peeling paint on a forgotten sign.

Photo by Chuck Davis

Santurario Chimayo

Along a roaring Santa Cruz stream outside Chimayo NM a shining light emerged from the bank, there a devote pilgrim dug with his bare hands and uncovered a crucifix. Around this discovery a church was built, remaining to this day one of the most holy locations in the Southwest.

Within the church a small sanctuary houses an open pit where you may dig the holy dirt, just as the original pilgrim.

So when my first child was born we laid the dirt on the hospital bed for God's protection.

Photo by Chuck Davis

Infrared with coffee toning on digital 35mm.

 

Bisti Wings at dusk

Near Farmington and the Four Corners in the NW section of New Mexico is the Bureau of Land Management's Bisti Wilderness.

The largest winged structure is sculpted geologically by strata densities of rock. The pedestal being soft, shaped by wind until eventually the cap rock "wing" toppels.

Infrared 720nm on digitally applied Kodak negative film frame.

Photo by Chuck Davis

2nd Amendment Cowboy - Route 66

An interesting part of the trip for me was my first stop at some of the iconic kitsch sites along Route 66.  I couldn't pass up this giant statue of a cowboy flanked by figures of Elvis, John Wayne, and Willie Nelson. 

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Hand Made Headstone - San Antonito Cemetary

Turquoise Trail, New Mexico

The headstones here were unique to me and I was taken by the love and care with which they were obviously constructed.

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Trans 2000

Divinity suspended within a slip of water and blood
transubstantiated into plastic,
Purpose into platitudes,
Law into lucre,
        Power into petulance,
            Love into license,
An image vari-colored and vari-cast—
Packaged in a cylinder of acrylic.
It fits the tastes of the marketplace.

Poem by Keli Wright

Dual Headstones - San Anonito Cemetary

Taken along the Turquoise Trail

Photo by Cleeo Wright

 

Encarnacion?
(for a moment anyway)
Jade would be no better than this
imitation turquoise
once grasped in humble hands—
    arthritic knuckles bowing over smooth orbs,
    counting penitential pleas for peace—
Now still, marked by  
green plastic beads pressed into cement.

Poem by Keli Wright

 

Bandelier National Monument

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Tree and Tyuonyi Tanka

Beneath scarred black bark
smooth maize branches bend and twist,
rooted and reaching.
Yellowed tuff half-walls rebuff—
worn down, but still resisting.

Poem by Keli Wright

Bush at Bandelier

Bandelier National Monument

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Bush at Bandelier

apart from grey-green greasewood, sage [and]
brighter willow, [and] cottonwood,
constant yellow sun [and] blue sky mixed by
sudden rash spring rain [and]
poured into [this] crevasse
on [this] desert floor:
a bursting of
Verdure.

Poem by Keli Wright

Eggs - Bisti Wilderness

Alternatively referred to as the Egg Farm, The Cracked Eggs, The Alien Eggs, and any number of other descriptions, these formations were the goal of our first evening in the Bisti Wilderness area.  Taken shortly after the sun dipped below the horizon.

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Santurario Chimayo

Pictures of loved ones line the walls of this sanctuary.  

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Rock Garden - Bisti Wilderness

This theme of hard rocks emerging from the softer surroundings is repeated often in the Bisti wilderness area.

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Bisti Wilderness Area

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Wing Formations - Bisti Wilderness Area

Serendipity

Photo by Cleeo Wright

Pueblo Bonito Raven - Poem by Keli Wright

What spirits have you brought again to wander long-deserted paths?
What priest or seeker now ascend from kiva depth to overworld?

Alight, dark escort.

What message does your raspish call, so harsh and clear, deliver now to feathered guards who line the bluff above this people beautiful— half-fallen walls of Chaco’s heart?
You, amid this sand-stone waste:
 Stand, cast around all-seeing eyes.

Retell this relic’s history, the fading of the covenant.
Re-form dissolving artifacts into the living people’s soul.

Winged wisdom, speak aloud your peace.

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