Friday, July 22, 2016
LucyFur, our tabby, is still recovering from all the abuse heaped on Lucifer by Ben Carson the other night. This morning, she took up a pose of righteousness on top of the bookcase in the living room. (This also serves as a reminder of Spanish Market, in a week's time: the bulto is by Ernie Lujan, and I bought it at the market thirteen years ago).
Thursday, July 21, 2016
Watching Donald Trump for far, far too long tonight has left me profoundly depressed - and presumably any other masochist who saw the whole thing (or, hell, even five minutes of it) feels the same way. So here's a dill seed head from our back yard: might as well appreciate and contemplate its natural beauty, before Trump destroys the environment (or I get deported for opposing him).
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Today, to Ghost Ranch and to Georgia O'Keeffe's house in Abiquiu - a wonderful treat to have private visits to these places (O'Keeffe's Ghost Ranch house isn't currently open to the public), and a huge privilege of my current Fellowship. At first, we had key problems getting into Ghost Ranch - this is the view through the tall coyote fence outside, and on the horizon is the Pedernal - the Cerro Pedernal, or (how could I not warm to this) Flint Hill. This was the mountain O'Keeffe painted - you can see it from her courtyard - and her ashes are scattered on top.
One can't, of course, take photographs on either of the properties. But one can turn in the other direction, and see the rocks that she painted - not too subtle in the nearly mid-day sun, and I'd love to see them in dawn or sunset. One can, though, see the stripes of color - and also - not so apparent in these images - how depth is curiously flattened. Seeing her house in the landscapes, however; seeing the views from her studios and adjacent bedrooms; seeing the bleached wood and stones and (of course) skulls that she collected; seeing her flourishing lettuce and corn and chile and marigold garden; seeing how she could make sparse designer-style furniture out of plywood and bookcases out of orange crates - above all, seeing how the changing light must have been a continuous part of her life - all of this made me come away with a hugely deepened appreciation.
Monday, July 18, 2016
I thought it was almost impossible to take a picture of downtown Santa Fe that made it look like, say, Leeds, but I'd be wrong ... What is so strange about this is that the whole street - Don Gaspar - was bathed in pale yellow evening light, which I failed to capture: this image hasn't been converted or tinted via Photoshop in any way. I'm decidedly disappointed not to be able to convey its pale goldenness. We were so pleased, both in Eldorado and in town, to have a real downpour after so much heat ...
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Trinidad, in Southern Colorado, is a late C19th/early C20th coal mining town that has some terrific urban architecture from that time, a good deal of empty storefronts, and a number of second-hand-everything stores. The only thing that it was known for, for years, was pioneering gender reassignment surgery, which makes one tempted to over-read the contents of some of these stores.
I hadn't been there for fifteen years or so - and wasn't sure what I'd find - yet more run-down-ness?
But no! Even though these photographs don't tell the story, the town is slowly starting to resuscitate - there certainly were a couple of decent looking cafes; there was new public art; there were people on the streets. The answer, it seems, is pot money - the town is doing very well on marijuana tex receipts, and is able to pour money back into the community ...
On the way there from Colorado Springs, we took a scenic detour on Highway 12 - much recommended for absolute beauty - including this lake, with wildflowers.