Having spent a large portion of the last 12 months in New Mexico I came to remember the area I grew up in with a mixed joy making me notice more than ever, the differences of where Ken and I call home now.
Bowen Island is beautiful and is on the ocean. Los Alamos is beautiful high up in the mountain.Â Los Alamos is dry, Bowen wet. Los Alamos is brown, Bowen green. Los Alamos is vast, Bowen is dense. Los Alamos was home, Bowen is home.
As different as yin is to yang, Bowen and Los Alamos each hold the turn around points that inspire me.
I spend a lot of time walking around both places, and yesterday I took a photo that showed a difference so similar to a photo I took in Dodge that it captured a memory.
In Los Alamos there is tar. Tar pits and tar roads and tar bubbles that I can not walk by without poking with a stick or finger.
The same compulsion overcame me when I saw a frozen puddle of water on Bowen.
Some things in life I just have to mess with, no matter where they are.