I have been travelling to Bonito Lake  in southern New Mexico  for the past thirty years and since I now live about only ten miles away, I explore the nooks and crannies of this area quite frequently, especially in the non-tourist season.   This charming house still catches my eye.  I used to think it would be wonderful to live in a place where you had to across a bridge that spanned an erratic stream to go home. I guess it reminded of a small castle with a moat.  I’m a little more realistic now that I realize how quickly you can get snowbound in this area, and that streams and rivers can rise to flood your home.  But all of that is quickly forgotten when I stop to photograph this little scene and am transported to days of romance and childhood fantasies.

A little bit of whimsy, fantasy and romance. . .. how dull life could be without it.