Master carver, Isabro Ortega, delivered the window pieces for our Anna Karin Gallery. Anna and I were thrilled. Enough so that we set our alarms early the following day so we could go down to Espanola and buy paint before we needed to open the gallery for the day. And we set right to work painting them.
Sunset + Super Moonrise in New Mexico
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.
The First Flooded Fields of Spring
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.
Rescued Baby Chipmunks
I was sitting at the Anna Karin Gallery the other day when I started hearing some rustling and chirping. There, under the propane heater, with his little head tucked tightly into the corner, was a tiny baby chipmunk.
Mary and Clara Come to Truchas, NM
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.
The Last of the Wood Chores
I am no longer needing fires to heat the house. While Skye and Bubba are deeply disappointed by this and would likely cozy up to a morning fire in the middle of the summer, the fact is, wood chores are over for the season. I’ve filled the indoor bin to brimming, the wood pile that has been a fixture in the front yard for the duration of the winter is gone, the tarps are folded and stowed.
Spring, Spring, Spring, Part 2
Okay, I can’t help it. I’m over the moon about the arrival of spring! Living up here at 8500 feet, the winters can be long and cold. But I saw my first blue bird today—a little finch-sized bit of living color—that made my heart sing. So I’ll say goodbye to winter for another year, with gratitude for the snow we’ve received, and will fully embrace the spirit of spring.
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