albuquerque

The houses were close in community as if they were afraid of what the desert might bring that surrounded them. Bright sunlight shown down upon pastel colored adobe houses with wide sidewalks where grass grew through the cracks. If you were to drive a few blocks down the houses began to separate further from each if not only because of how much space they took up but also people wanting to have seclusion from other less fortunate adobe dwellers. It felt like a foreign land. A different culture within the parent culture of capitalism and individualism. You could get a big mac and then go next door to find some turquoise jewelry and pottery that many artists are drawn to when making the pilgrimage to this city.