portra
In what will be a shocking turn of events for no one, Cadillac Ranch made the list for yet another hometown tour with a couple of humans I love. Somehow I convinced two more rowdy babes to make the trek to Amarillo with me for a weekend, and many shenanigans ensued (as expected), including this stylish pilgrimage.
The cliff dwellings at Mesa Verde are absolutely mind boggling. I vaguely remember visiting them on a school trip when I was in the 5th grade, so I jumped at the chance to visit again on the way home from Moab.
It was getting late in the day, and a few of the areas were closed off due to recent damage, so I didn't get to explore as much as I would have liked. All the more reason to head back that way ASAP.
We don't have to talk about how I'm about a year late posting this trip, right? Okay, great.
I love knowing that Roswell is a short day trip away, but also a little sad that I don't go there more often. It's a pretty small place, but I would love to spend more time wandering around and taking in all the kitschy goodness.
I stumbled across this roll of super expired Portra recently (that I hadn't labeled for some reason), and threw it in with the last batch of film I sent off to get processed. I had already prepared myself for it to be blank, so I was pleasantly surprised to see moody, grainy, at least two year old images. They appear to be from right after we moved, but I can't seem to wrap my brain around what day it is this week, much less how long it's been since we moved.
