first atom bomb, the world's first commercial spaceport, this great stuff called chile , horses, rodeos, the open road, the wild West, the Rio Grande, canyons, mountains, the reality of science and history in living motion, and along with it all, a multitude of colours and contrasts. There was almost too much to take in, even just on the surface. Vaughn diner So much happened in the ten days of September that I was in there, and such great people to finally meet after years of talking over the internet. New Mexico is home to the most awesome Brian Miller and family, and it so happened that Dan Milnor and Flemming Bo Jensen were hanging around too. A confluence, if you will. There was heaps to see, stop for, endless miles of unbelievably flat plain to try and fall off, big roads leading into infinity, and of course, the VLA and a bonafide Spaceport suggestively hinting at the future. Virgin Galactic Hangar Spaceport America I struggled to shoot at all on some days, confounded by the alien dilemma of wanting to take a picture to solidify the memory, and equally not wanting to take said picture because the operation would diminish each precious second. I will admit that on the majority of occasions, I chose to forgo the picture. Perhaps this is what happens when one is overwhelmed by the immensity of the here and now. There is something about this state that evokes weightlessness, boundlessness and an utter, beautiful