As a little girl I loved looking through our family foto albums.  One album in particular was of my family (minus me; I was too little to go and stayed with a babysitter) at Carlsbad Caverns.  I can still see the picture.  My dad with his moustache and ever-present shades, mom in her floral miniskirt and her bouffant hairdo, (my sisters) Linda with her Marie Osmond smile and cable white knee-high socks, and Laura with uneven pig-tails and some sort of polyester short-suit on. They all seemed to be in high spirits.  I remember thinking how magical and strange the place seemed.  It was like nothing I had ever seen before.  I would stare at that picture so much, it almost felt like I had been there.  Sometimes I would pretend I was the one who had taken the picture (I have quite an imagination).

Being so close to the caverns, I knew I had to go.  I went through the different areas all in one day, but because it was so spectacular I had to go a second day and check it out all over again. The caverns are truly a magical place.  It was strange to be there so many years after my family had been.  I wonder if we all walked the same routes?

I found it very challenging to shoot fotos in the underground conditions….. here are a few from above ground. hiking with baby….