30 days is not enough to really get to know a place.
I had hoped that by staying close to “home,” confining myself to a small section of Albuquerque’s North Valley, walking along the river, through the bosque, and across the network of acequias and riverside drains that criss-cross these neighborhoods, I’d be able to say something cohesive about a world closely observed—a counterpoint to the expansive view I had of the American West on my drive here.
Not quite. Not yet. It’s too rich. Too deep. Too steeped in history and detail. I was reminded that it took me years to get to know the river valley I live in, so why would I think I had anything to say about this one after just 30 days? We earn our knowledge of the world; we can’t rush it. But still, we can report back along the way.
I’m about to begin my journey back home—as a matter of fact, this post will publish as I’m driving back—but for now, let me share with you a snapshot of what I’ve seen exploring this small patch of the world I’ve called home for a month. I’ll start wide and zoom in slowly …
The fact that you could capture as much as you did in 30 days and that they've already passed is astounding to me. Thanks for sharing the trip and I'm sure you'll unpack it for months and years to come. I look forward to your insights on those experiences. Safe travels back my friend!
The fact that you could capture as much as you did in 30 days and that they've already passed is astounding to me. Thanks for sharing the trip and I'm sure you'll unpack it for months and years to come. I look forward to your insights on those experiences. Safe travels back my friend!
"Not quite. Not yet. It’s too rich. Too deep." 🤔 What writer's style does this remind me of? 😉