Amazing photos. Photos are poetry for the eyes.
I don’t remember much from my childhood.
I recall my Omni, my paternal grandmother, talking a lot about the time she spent in New Mexico.
I was never really clear about what she was doing there or how she ended up there but the light that illuminated from her when she spoke of the place seemed more important to me then the details.
I have always been ignited by the spark that dwells in my father’s mother and because of her
I was born enchanted;
from a line of wild hearted wanderers.
Naturally, New Mexico called.
Well, technically Carly Valentine called.
” I need to go west,”
” Where are you going to go?”
I waited for the response but I knew exactly where she was headed.
About two years ago I began working with coins.
I incorporated them into my alters and found a way to use them in…
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