That's a pretty useless anecdote. You can't really do anything with it. But it's so true and never has it been more evident than during my early October trip to New Mexico.

My grandma has always wanted to attend the Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta. This year, we decided to make it happen. Our grand plans ran into some scheduling conflicts and we almost cancelled, but in the end we decided a weekend excursion was good enough.

After wrapping up a documentary shoot on Friday, we drove through the night to Albuquerque. We made good time and even got a couple winks in at the hotel before beating the sun to the road Saturday morning. The mile-long drive to the fairgrounds took about an hour and a half, providing me with ample opportunity to hang out the window and shoot the goings on. 

First shot of the day. 2015 Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta

First shot of the day. 2015 Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta

I still didn't grasp the magnitude of what was about to happen, but once we showed up, I finally got what my grams was so excited about. I can't impart to you in words how awesome the display was. But check out some of the pics, and my grandma's expression below, to get an idea.

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Yes, that's a tamale in my breakfast burrito.

Yes, that's a tamale in my breakfast burrito.

Anyway. It was an awesome time. The next part of the plan was to go to Taos and hit up the farmer's market there.

We decided to stop off in Santa Fe and hang out on the plaza a bit, pick up some gifts for the cool people back home. But I got to talking to this artist and it turns out, Beirut (one of my favorite bands) was playing for free, right where we were already standing, in a mere few hours. How fortuitous!?

This gave me plenty time to figure out a way to sneak backstage for the event and get some more pretty pics.

Here, you can see my 24-70mm L Series getting stoked for the opening act.

Here, you can see my 24-70mm L Series getting stoked for the opening act.

I didn't even know Beirut was coming to Santa Fe. Turns out it was kind of a last-minute addition to their tour. I don't think we could have planned this if we tried.

We did finally make it to Taos and I was able to snap a photo of Taos mountain before we started the long trek through Red River and then the Oklahoma panhandle.

This may have been the best weekend of my life. This was mostly because I got to spend it in the mountains with an extraordinary lady (my grandma, duh), but also because of good timing. We kind of just winged it and I don't think it could have gone better if we had meticulously planned every detail. 

Sorry I don't have a more helpful cliche for you all. But for better or worse, whether you like it or not, in photography and in life, timing is just kind of everything.

Taos Mountain

Taos Mountain

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