11/02/2026
In loving memory of Alien Throne
Valley of Dreams, New Mexico. For years this fragile hoodoo held its seat against wind and weather — thin as lace underneath, solid as a throne on top. Photographers hiked for it. I was lucky enough to stand in front of it at sunset and watch the light pour through those windows. Heavy rains finally brought it down in late October. Nature finished what it started a long time ago.
Grateful these frames exist. Some places don’t last forever — that’s part of why we go. Rest well, old friend.
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