A week ago I was in Albuquerque, spending most of my time in the Nob Hill neighborhood. In the short time that I spent wandering around, I was struck by two things: how flat all the structures were, and, perhaps as a result, how awkward the electrical infrastructure seemed.
Oh yes, and the gravel and dirt front yards! Almost forgot about those — beautiful and funny and entirely sensible in this hot, extremely dry place.
With so many buildings squat against the ground, you feel taller here. There’s always the Sandia Mountains to the east to keep things in perspective, I guess.
