Albuquerque, New Mexico

I spent all of last week working in Albuquerque. The weather in March is fantastic, with cool mornings and warm, sunny afternoons. I was impressed with the friendly people who seem to take a lot of pride in their town, and it shows. It is a tidy place, generally free of litter, unlike other cities I’ve seen in the southwest.

I shot this picture of downtown from a hill near the airport. It’s not a great picture, but it’s the only overview that I could get.

Old Route 66 runs through Albuquerque, where it is called Central Avenue. There are still a handful of vintage motels operating, but it’s a far cry from the number before the interstate was built. Some of them look a little seedy. Nob Hill Court is one of the survivors that looks to be in pretty good shape.

This is a composite photo of a couple of the old signs that are still on Central Ave. The Aztec Motel is gone, only the sign remains. The other one is still in business.

Adobe-style architecture is predominate in Albuquerque’s older neighborhoods. Below are some duplex apartments that serve as student housing near the University of New Mexico campus.

I saw this tailgate mural while in the drive-thru at a McDonald’s. I will refrain from any commentary.

Pimp my truck, Catholic style.

Because I hate being in a hotel room more than almost anything, I spent several hours “working” while parked at the aircraft viewing area at the Albuquerque airport. Of course, I had my camera.

Having fun with photos. Don't call the FAA. This is two shots of the same plane spliced together.

Apparently, in Albuquerque, grass on your grave is optional, or maybe it costs extra. This could be common practice in the desert, I don’t know.

Artists flock to New Mexico, for reasons I don’t pretend to understand. Below is one of the galleries on Central Avenue.

I don’t know if this Central Ave. diner is authentic or a retro imitation. I’m guessing it’s the latter.

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About Truman

I find myself on the downside of my sixtieth year, older but not old, wiser but not wise, and still wondering what I want to be when I grow up.
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