Canyon Road in Santa Fe is, arguably, one of the most famous “art streets” in America, if not the world. Long ago it was, literally, just a narrow dirt road leading up to the canyon.
Anna and I went to the Pojoaque Valley Farmer’s Market the other day. Located at the Poeh Pueblo Cultural Center, it is a particularly wonderful market.
Well, it’s that time of year again. Time to start thinking about bringing in wood for the winter. Every year I am so grateful for my neighbor, Walter.
Just as the blue morning glories at our Anna Karin Gallery are starting to come out in all their, well, glory, Bill Loyd showed up with a new blue bell for our exterior Torii Arch.
We heard a disturbing, rather frantic noise coming from the pipe of the wood stove. Kim and I looked at each other and both said, “A bird!” simultaneously.
Anna and I agreed to come together to rehang the Anna Karin Gallery to get it ready for the High Road Art Tour.
I see, from my land, from my windows, Truchas Peaks. Sometimes I feel my friendship with the mountain is my primary relationship here—the reason I am.