Southwest Living

As promised, Isbabro Ortega came by to install our new window pieces the day after Anna and I got them painted. We had hoped, when we ordered them, that they would help warm up the exterior of our somewhat severe looking old adobe house, and we weren’t disappointed.

You all have seen this shot of my yard about a million times by now. It’s the path back up from the land grant so I walk it every afternoon. You’ve seen it buried in snow or brown with its winter grasses. I’ve posted photos of it iced over and delicately dusted with snow. But have you ever seen it deep in the new grasses of spring?

I was having lunch at the gallery the other day and heard something outside. I got up to look and there they were. All four of them—big, strong, healthy and rambunctious—and EATING what was there for them outside.

Saturday night I was outside at sunset expecting the Super Moon to rise over Truchas Peaks at any moment. My timing was off, though. It wouldn’t show itself for another forty minutes or so. I stayed outside as the sun was setting, waiting, because I wanted to be sure to get a picture of the Super Moon for you all.

When the mayordomo (the individual in a village that oversees use of the water) gives permission to do so, local farmers and ranchers open the gates that are holding the water back, allowing irrigation water to flood their fields. It is always such a beautiful sight! The water flows over their land, forming shallow lakes.

Mary is a professional musician. She has spent much of her adult life playing classical music with symphony orchestras. She also plays the Native American flute. Not long after she arrived, she asked if she might play a blessing song throughout the gallery. Absolutely! So I shot a video as she moved from room to room. And this centuries-old home gathered her in its embrace.