Two US highways cross each other on the outskirts of Carrizozo. As the moon came up, I stood alongside of one of them, and made this image. It evokes a sense of lonely, empty spaces – the lights of an oncoming car in the distance top the crest of a distant hill, while the metal guardrail draws it towards us. In the background, a smattering of telephone poles and two huge parked trucks are placed against a distant hill. It is a harsh land. Highways such as these may speed people from place to another, but in the process they often will bypass and isolate the small communities along the way.