Ken and I spent three days in Santa Fe. We ate great Mexican and Salvadoran food. We perused the main art museum near the plaza and saw some O’Keefe and Marsden to name a few.
We visited the Encaustic Museum which blew our minds. Just think painting with a blow torch. We walked Canyon Row and browsed gallery after gallery to view the commercial contemporary art scene. We visited bookstores. Mostly we talked about life and art-painting,photography and theater-and spent our time watching the skies. Ken had chosen to rent an apartment in a home in the hills outside of Santa Fe.
The view was unbelievable and when storms came through, even better.
I documented a 24 hour cycle through a bouquet of flowers I picked on a morning walk.
And speaking of those morning walks….I got to explore a few miles of that scrub bush and cactus terrain each morning.
I’d walk dry river beds and be amazed at the few flowers that tenaciously took root. I love this kind of vegetation. It’s such austere beauty.
Santa Fe, thank you. Until next time.