May 3 - May 4, 2007 Albuquerque

The skies were blue and I was out of Texas.
The weather band speaks of tornados in the Texas panhandle. I am approaching the area and watching the horizon for signs of danger.
Since the drive today was relatively short, I decided to switch from my regular route to Historic Route 66 whenever possible. The pictures of decrepid structures and ghost towns were awe-inspiring. I never encountered another soul as I strolled through vacated streets.
The town of Tucumcari
Every time I told myself, "Alright. No more pictures," a new stretch of buildings and signs begged me to photograph them.
I don't remember the name of this street or town. It's in my notes. Every single building was borded up and padlocked. It was a ghost town.
Ah, the desert. I have returned.
Santa Rosa dam and lake.
Finally, I descended into Albuquerque.
I needed to kill a few hours before it was time to eat, so I walked through Old Town and tried to flirt with a gorgeous blond girl. Of course, by "flirting" I mean I was photographing her from afar. Totally normal, right?
I ate that night at Ben Michael's. He remembered me. His girlfriend was there. They got me drunk again on margaritas. It was like old times.