Ortiz Mts.

Grand day (61 degrees) for a hike.  Cerrillos Hills State Park, New Mexico  The musician stayed home (practicing for an as yet unscheduled gig...practice makes perfect) while I explored the boundaries of this silent land.  The only sounds to be heard...the steady whoosh of the wind through the cedars with a sporadic scree from a hawk.

Extra: driving home, closer to the Ortiz Mts...it wouldn't be New Mexico without a used tire somewhere in the scene.  Yes, that's snow in the higher elevations.