This is what it looked like over my morning coffee on many trips to Big Bend. I had a piece of land out there for a long time. Joke was that it was for the dogs to romp freely around on. I camped here for about 15 years. I prefer though to think of it as over the life spans of five large dogs. I’ve always loved dogs and consider them an essential in life. So, a few years back, my most beloved red dobie, Ruby passed away, and the time came to “doggie down-size.”

The wildlife at Big Bend can be, well, wild. The first time I went out with my new compact dog, he LOVED it. But he looked so small in all the beautiful vastness of the Chihuahua high desert. I began to occur to me that he might not be completely safe from predators. Then in the middle of the night, we were awakened by the unmistakable howling cries of a pack of coyotes. I knew right then that Big Bend was no place for my little dog. I hugged him close to me, and we put our property on the market soon after. And so closed one life phase. And so, opens up another.

You can also see "Morning on the Mesa" featured in my New Media Art Prints (click on the image below to go there):