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….