Willa Cather's description is clear, vibrant, and true. Images of New Mexico came tumbling back into my consciousness as I read her words. Consider how she captures that enormous sky:
"The sky was as full of motion and change as the desert beneath was monotonous and still, – and there was so much sky, more than at sea, more than anywhere else in the world. The plain was there under one's feet, but what one saw when one looked about was that brilliant blue world of stinging air and moving cloud. Even the mountains were mere anthills under it. Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky. The landscape one longed for when one was far away, the thing all about one, the world one actually lived in, was the sky, the sky!" Willa Cather, Death Comes For the Archbishop (Thorndike, Me: Thorndike Press, 1984) pp. 292-3.