There was something extra special about the market yesterday. Companionably cold and crisp, everyone was bundled up against this new nip in the air.
I quite love the blurry photo I took this morning before sunrise when I went out to sow seeds for the birds. The warm light is shining from inside the house while the sun is casting a kind of twilight over the mountain…
As I came home from a second walk with the dogs yesterday, it was as though I was walking into the sunset. First the shadows grew long and the landscape was washed with burnt sienna…
It is silent beyond words. A raven flies above me and I HEAR its wings cutting through the sky, bringing an immediate and private smile to my lips.
Have any of you ever seen the kind of snow that I call Fairy Dust? It’s like ultra fine glitter falling from the sky and catching the light just so. Or sugar falling all around picking up the light.
Many of you don’t live in New Mexico and these kinds of sweet, little, adobe neighborhoods, and tiny, winding, streets, aren’t available to you. I hope these photos will give you a sense of Christmas in Santa Fe.
A friend and I went to Taos the other night to take in The Lighting of Ledoux. Ledoux Street is one of the older areas of Taos, dotted with museums, galleries and artist’s studios, all open for the event.