The Sticks

After finishing a meeting, I hopped into a car and drove to Bosque del Apache. I didn't know where I was going, but I just drove until I saw a road sign. By time I got there, it was sunset, and the road to the Bosque was blocked by trucks pulling out cargo cars that had derailed a few weeks earlier. I drove back to Albuquerque, woke up at 3am, and retraced my route. I got there in time to photograph the morning flight. Still early morning, I chased my favorite subject -- reflections