You know you're a lousy photoblogger when a friend interrupts a conversation to deliver a stern message from his girlfriend: "She says you need to update your photoblog." She's right. I do. And I will.

In doing so, I'm wandering back in time to an evening two months ago in Deming, N.M., a town so small and sleepy that the Taco Bell drive-though closes at 9 p.m. Deming won't make anyone's list of top places to live; indeed, I only wound up there because it was smack in the middle of where I'd been and where I wanted to go. Still, it is one of those forgotten, nondescript towns where a guy can find an image of simple beauty. Sure enough, I did.

And then I had cheap tacos at 8:55 p.m. When in Deming, do as the Demingtonians do.

Comments (1)