City of Rocks
A bit of trepidation led up to our camping reservation at New Mexico’s City of Rocks State Park. After spending nine delightful nights at Faywood Hot Springs, the mere 2 ½ mile drive up the road to City of Rocks felt a bit unnecessary given the heat index here in July. But we’ve never been to this geological wonder before. We made sure to get an electric site so we’d have A/C but it was still hellish heat in the afternoon. Regardless, the amazing scenery and the photographs are what we were after, and early mornings and late evenings provide nice temperatures and the best light anyway.
After a nice long afternoon nap we set out on our mission. There were quite a few overnight campers and day use people using the park, which was a bit of a surprise. But there are plenty of big rocks to hide behind so it wasn't really an issue. The sun was going down fast so we hurried along with our photography project.
Beverly was certainly on her game that day and it was easy for me to get what we wanted. But given she has no stylist, and she chooses what to wear and especially what she intends to take off, I have been known to throw water on some of her ideas. But I shouldn’t. She knows what she is doing.
This woman’s still a pretty sexy thing for somebody her age. A person seventy years old never looked this good to me while I was growing up. And especially if that person suddenly decided to take her clothes off in front of me. Not that aging isn’t beautiful. It is. Especially for those of us who refuse to augment our bodies or have something done to alter our faces. Vanity. I get it. But this surgical plastic, outrageous, and unnatural look is ghoulish to me. Frightening even. A celebrity like Martha Stewart immediately comes to mind. Eighty-two years old and wanting to look forty. Georgia O’Keefe imminently and stubbornly proved there is not only beauty but an authenticity attached to an aging person’s body and image allowed to age naturally. And it is our wish, if possible, to further establish this fact.