We drove a little over 400 miles yesterday from Las Cruces, NM, to an RV Resort north of Phoenix.
About 90 percent of the drive was along I-10 through desert areas with a few mountains breaking up the open spaces.
Occasionally, signs of earlier inhabitants of the region would appear with only hints as to what life would have been like in these relatively isolated spaces.
The roadrunner structure at one point along the highway in New Mexico hinted at more recent activity, but even it appeared lonely.
One of these days, I will come across a working windmill at sunset, and I will be able to photograph it silhouetted against a glorious sunset. Until then, I will be content with photographing windmills where I find them.
I don't know that I would call this stretch of desert in the winter "beautiful," but there is a quality of grandeur when a rock formation is combined with the grays, browns, and silver of sagebrush.
It was easy to see these rocks as the background for westerns or History Channel accounts of the various Indian tribes.
These buildings seemed to have quite a story to them, but we did not have the curiosity to inquire.
These rocks seemed to hover over the buildings at one of the few rest stops along the route. We did not linger to guess which rock could be removed to have the whole hillside come tumbling down.
In many parts of the Southwest, interstate interchanges and overpasses (an example of which is shown here) serve as concrete or wire mesh canvasses for artwork.
Since we usually travel about 200-250 miles at one time, completing this day's mileage was pretty tiring.