I painted this scene back in college, with an eye superimposed over it crying (which may have been my eye). I know, corny, right? Every photographer in town has taken shots of these mountains, it’s impossible not to. They’re called the Organs, and they do look like an organ. I always imagine spleens.
I had had a few Tecates at this point, and was mostly hoping the big burly guys inside didn’t come out to see me messing around their bikes. Luckily you can’t see my inebriated, worried face in the reflection… or can you….
I had to stick my camera through some chain-link to get this unobstructed view- this was after a long day of shooting most of the day and my battery was dying, but couldn’t pass up this tower in the afternoon light. The guy that painted this mural has painted all of the Las Cruces city water tanks.
Roads on Her Face 