Taking photos in Santa Fe is like cheating. You just point the camera out the back door and voila!
Disc Golf Henge:
Barbed wire, HDR:
I couple of friends we met on our walk.
Window. Almost anything looks good in adobe. Ask Santa Fe! I think it’s in the building code!
The same water spout, an hour later:
Hubble the Golden Retriever discovers that Rodney has a snack.
And it wouldn’t be my blog unless I took the opportunity to go just a bit Andy Rooney on your ass. My rental car was a Prius. Even after I learned the sequence of button pushing and gear shifting that was necessary to make it go, and adjusted to the fact that it sounded, at every light, like the car had died and I’d need to call a tow truck, there were two more very disconcerting things.
(1) You don’t need a key to drive the car but you do need a key to unlock it. This means that when you get in the car, you have to figure out what to do with the key, since it’s not sitting in the ignition. If I owned a Prius, I would lock the keys in the car at least once per week.
(2) You not only get the general warm, fuzzy, superior feeling of driving a really fuel-efficient car, you get a constant, real-time, animated demonstration of just HOW efficient you’re being:
This little animated diagram changes as you drive, showing — near as I can tell — which direction the little energy hamsters that power the car are traveling. The diagram is (a) designed for the driver to monitor the car’s energy situation in real time, and thus incredibly distracting and unsafe; (b) not designed to convey anything to the driver, and thus pretty pointless; or (c) designed solely to show the passenger what a cool, energy-efficient person the driver is.