New Mexico. When I first told people I was moving here, the varying responses I received were either filled with shock as they forgot New Mexico was a state and thought I was moving to another country, or they still to this day think I live in Arizona. However, though there have been some interesting things I have witnessed living in the center of Navajo Nation (the largest reservation in the United States), I have found some little pieces of Heaven. My latest visit to Bosque Del Apache Wildlife Refuge south of Albuquerque about an hour (a three hour drive from where I live), was the most refreshing visit I have experienced in a while. When I was in college, I would spend a good portion of my free time out photographing the Sandhill Cranes in Kearney, Nebraska. Listening to the gentle cooing of the thousands of Cranes was always so soothing. When I had a friend tell me that there are Sandhill Cranes in New Mexico, I was ecstatic. I made the trip through hills of sand and sagebrush and dry grasses and as I drove up to the visitors center, I already knew my day was going to be spectacular. I heard the sounds of thousands of snow geese and as I drove up to the fields, I heard that familiar sound of the Sandhill Cranes. I immediately felt at home and a calm came over me. There was water, (which is hard to come by in the Southwest), so much wildlife and an amazing sunset. I truly consider this wildlife refuge my little desert oasis.