“We reached New Mexico
in March, up through
El Paso on a day so clear
and cold it looked like you
could see all the way north
to the Sangre de Cristos on
the Colorado border. ...
When we saw an eagle turn
over the empty road we
stopped in a kind of ecstasy
and got out to stand on the
roadside to breathe and
turn in circles and
wave our arms.
What was this place?”
- Stephen Bodio