There are few places in the world where you can stand in one place to watch the moon set then turn around and watch the sun rise simultaneously. One such place in El Paso, Texas at the top of a road called Transmountain Road that runs through the Franklin Mountains. The state road connects the east – northeast in particular – with the westside of the city. I arrived at the location with the intention of capturing the sunrise and light streams of passing cars. I knew I had
This article about “Sí El Paso” first appeared in The El Paso Times 05 January 2020 issue. The article is written by Maria Cortez Gonzalez. In his worldwide travels, El Paso photographer Mark Paulda is often asked where is he from. When he replies El Paso, the second question is usually “why El Paso?” Paulda, who is super proud of his city, wants people to know what El Paso is about. And the best way for him to answer is through a pictorial. Through TCU Press, he has recentl
Marina Monsivias of State of The Arts radio program on KTEP interviews Mark Paulda about his new photography book, “Sí El Paso.” KTEP is an NPR station. Marina :: “Sí El Paso is a 10th anniversary edition of Mark’s first book, “Celebrating El Paso.” This new book shows how El Paso has changed over the last 10 years and runs a little over 200 pages. It contains El Paso in stories and accounts of the city from a personal viewpoint and shows over 200 photographs of the city
Morning Flight It was morning, and the new sun glimmered across the sand of the desert floor. “Clear!” beams Suzie, as she pokes her head out the twin engine’s open window. Flashing a mischievous smile at me she asked, “Are you ready?” “Of course,” I responded, thinking nothing of her facial expression. Like several times before, the plane’s engines rev causing a slight vibration on the floor board as we slowly roll toward runway one at Santa Teresa’s Municipal Airport. T
Imagine yourself riding a bubble in the wind. The quiet peaceful serenity of floating gently in the breeze, brushing the pecan orchards or drifting silently above the Rio Grande River. The silence is interrupted briefly, as Pilot Bill Lee burns, adding heat to the bubble that keeps us aloft. Then, back to the silence, as we climb, up above the treetops, where we overlook El Paso’s upper valley. Even birds fly by beneath us, seemingly unaware of our presence. This is the joy