Saturday, April 24, 2010 - Hidden Valley RV Park, Tijeras NM
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Dawn, Hidden Valley RV Park, Tijeras NM, April 24, 2010
Bah! - I was out too early this morning and besides, I found myself disconcerted by the trees and came back with just a few pictures - all lousy. I haven't had to figure trees into my picture taking for a long time.
What a mess this website is
You've likely noticed I've been messing around with the design of this site the last few days. As my photography has come along I've been trying to think up ways to integrate more of it in this site and I was finally got the gumption to tackle what I knew would be a big project. Yea gads - I knew it would be a big undertaking to figure a way forward and I was right. Everywhere I look I find something I'm unhappy with and a technical issue to resolve. I think I have the bones in place now, finally - most of them at least - and can begin to flesh out the details and maybe, finally, begin to integrate more pictures into the pages.
Night camp
Site 68 - Hidden Valley RV Park, Tijeras NM
- This is an older, 100 site, dirt pad, full hookup, RV park on a wooded hillside. The sites are a little small and close together by today's standards but are quite serviceable, quiet and clean.
- Verizon cell phone and Broadband service are available here with a strong signal.
- Locate Hidden Valley RV Park on my Night Camps map
- Check the weather here
Waiting
I remember walking in art galleries, through the nineteenth century: the obsession they had then with harems. Dozens of paintings of harems, fat women lolling on divans,turbans on their heads, or velvet caps, being fanned with peacock tails, a eunich in the background standing guard. Studies of sedentary flesh, painted by men who'd never been there. These pictures were supposed to be erotic, and I thought they were, at the time; but I see now what they were really about. They were paintings about suspended animation; about waiting, about objects not in use. They were paintings about boredom.
The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood