Baby, I can feel your fire
God how I love you darling,
Maybe the greatest gift we have given each other is that of patience with our hearts and patience with Ourselves
You truly hold my Heart,
And if you would do me the great honor,
and Hold my Hand
Let’s make something Special,
for all the Seasons of our Lives.
Winter Wonderland, 2014, Brooklyn, New York ©️Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography
From my experiences thus far, I feel that in all the Southwestern USA, there is no greater gem than the state of New Mexico. 🦇🤠
I'd love to visit there again sometime and experience Taos, Meow Wolf in Santa Fe, the White Sands Desert (and stay overnight for the skies, the views of the white sands & the stars, and maybe some astrophotography)
I went on a solo adventure to New Mexico for about a week in 2009, and it was breathtaking and certainly a land of exploration for the super curious!!
I flew into Albuquerque one night, and rented a car first thing in the morning and drove South. I think that I took this picture along that drive. It was the first time in a long time that I'd been able to soar down an empty stretch of road, and I've never seen skies that looked this way, or that went on forever; they really do.
I remember driving with the window rolled down and with my eyes mostly on the road; by feel of hand, I took a picture of the landscape passing before my eyes and periphery as the car & I sped down the road.
I decided to stay in Roswell and explore the town's museum & research center. 📓📰📝One of the days I drove to Carlsbad to explore the Caverns. At dusk hundreds of Mexican free-tailed bats are known to fly above them! 🦇🦇🦇 And there are other wild animals who inhabit the area!! I was there on quite a rainy day, so I didn't get to see the bats, but the Caverns were incredibly beautiful.
And on the drive back to Roswell later that day, I found a pleasant surprise!! The rain had let up a bit and I realized that I was driving through what seemed to be a ghost town of the old Wild West. 🌵👻
I had to stop the car of course! I parked it somewhere and hopped out, and started walking around. There were a number of store fronts on each side of the street, and I was entranced by this bizarre one-horse town! I went over to one of the shops and looked in by the window. It was kind of dark and no one was in there. I walked down the block and found one of those fortune teller machines outside what might have once been a shop or pizza place of some sort. It was such a curious sight, and a bit creepy in the atmosphere of this place, which turned out to be a zero-horse town.
I noticed a lot of dust had collected over time on the fortune teller machine and on the hand that pops out of it! Quite possibly desert dust. I got some weird vibes, and turned around and noticed a diner or restaurant of some sort across the street. I started crossing over, and that's when I realized there weren't any lights on inside this establishment. It was early evening, and the sun was still shining some through the clouds, so it was possible that's why it wasn't brightly lit. I was about to try the door to the restaurant, when I realized it looked closed; which is when I saw the lone man inside this dimly lit diner, staring out at me from behind the door.
And that's when I crossed the street, took a last glance at the shops, and saw a Native American hand-woven dream catcher in one of the shoppe windows. I found my car parked nearby, and drove back to my hotel in Roswell. Along the way, the rain started pouring again, and the skies that night in Roswell (after supper) were a sight to behold with a dark grey cloud formation like a twister! It was like nothing I've ever seen before or since!!
TO BE CONTINUED . .
© Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography
note to self: rough draft, see if I can find more New Mexico pics from 2009- sky, road, Carlsbad caverns, ghost town, Roswell, dark grey twister clouds after I finished supper at the restaurant near my hotel in Roswell.
Add some more detail about the town of Roswell and their research center; and about the beauty inside the carlsbad caverns; maybe make mention of passing signs on the road for the White Sands Desert, and learning more about it and its history, with reference to the trinity site, 1945. 😱
I ventured into Reinhardswald Forest at dusk, after the sun had set. Yes, I'm a little bit nuts, but I didn't go too deep inside because I was warned at the castle that at night one would lose their way.
I might have been the only person in that area of the forest at the time, my heart thumping chills down my spine, yet I felt the peaceful presence and connection with nature all around.
And unlike Hansel or Gretel, (which I found a copy of the little storybook to read at the castle during that evening's supper), I hadn't brought my roll of bread, to drop a trail of breadcrumbs.
I was also told that the wild boars come out after dark, (some of whom had wild piglets that spring) and sadly, local hunters arrive after midnight with their guns, so I headed out of the forest and to my car a bit after 10 o'clock, and arrived safely back at the castle, which was now illuminated with lanterns.
note to self: this photo of the castle lit up is from around dusk, when I was heading to the forest. check through all the pix to see if there are any of the castle illuminated on the night sky, when I returned from the forest later that night.
© Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography
She sat holding a seashell, a woven basket above her head, her hair flowing in ribbons, one of the tresses tickling that little spot behind her ear. .
Her eyelids gently closed, she sits alone, in quiet contemplation, journeying through the Universe that is inside of her, solitude echoing off the walls around
Each day, she would sit under the ancient oak in the meadow, listening to her seashell . . sometimes she could hear the wind gently roaring off the ocean
Leaves drifted down, and little bits of fruit began to fall into her basket, and as the days passed by, she noticed that both her spirit and the basket were fuller, sometimes to the brim
At sunrise, and on nights when the moon was shining, she would bathe in the light
Such was this blessed feeling, she wanted to share these gifts with the world, making it a little more beautiful, nourishing the spirit, adding a touch of magic to the surroundings
And how deeply she longed to share this life’s journey with her true love, once a girl, now a woman . . she has held her heart all along, keeping it safe and tucked away in her chest pocket, as she walks amongst flowers and fireflies this evening, on the way to the great oak
If you listen closely, you could hear the river steadily flowing forth from her, and a great joy emanating from her heart’s center, hence the peaceful little smile that often graces her lips
draft for 🍃Nature’s Secrets🍃
In the desert in July, when you hear the thunder boom and the skies start pouring rain, it harkens one back to that feeling of being a little kid on Christmas Eve, waiting for Santa Clause (or your magical parents) to do their thing with the presents in the night, and you finally fall asleep . . .
You wake up on Christmas morning and make a mad dash to the living room to see where your presents are at,
It’s that same delicious feeling in the air that I get when it rains here during the long, long desert summer.
What a beautiful thing it would be to dance in it. Picture that for a moment, can you feel it?
© Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography
I wander the Earth, a curious being; enchanted by the skies and the trees and what each season brings.
I’m on my journey through this curious world, and I know that I’ll always treasure and respect my solitude;
And what’s also true is that I hope the day will come where we can enjoy the experiences of each season together, side by side; cause to me, you felt like home. ✨
Nature and art are inextricably linked . .
. . and that is a bond which reflects truth and beauty in our spirit, and in the world
Walking on an endless ribbon of Sea-ice without wearing ice skates is a kind of freedom 🙌
On a nondescript road (x) in the hamlet, the Danish Prince lost his way and came quite undone . . Truth being what it is, he struggled to get better, and after years of healing spirit, mind, and body; he loved her still. 💕