I remember that to live in NM was an unattainable dream. Then I remember having it happen, and a euphoric feeling that all but kept my feet from hitting the ground, for months into years. Then, as may always happen, my life settled in and while I still adore NM, 18 years later I find that I don't always stop to enjoy those special things that caused me to want to live here.
This morning I was down in Arroyo Seco (the nearest village to my home, where my yarn shop used to be) and had a few moments alone with my camera. I thought I'd go look for beautiful flowers, but alas, in this drought, they were not to be found. Then I looked up at the beautiful clouds in the sky over the old church behind our building, and thought it has probably been years since I've shared photos of it with you. It was a ready reminder of why so many people come here to study art and paint the local scenery. I'm sorry there aren't any flowers for you, but hope you enjoy the rest.
7 comments:
That is a beautiful little church. Any photos I have ever seen from NM always look so pretty. So different from my part of the world. Sorry you are having such a drought. We have hardly had 3 days in a row without some rain for months but I'm not complaining. Your situation seems much worse. I hope you get some rain soon.
Thanks, Kim. I know, it sometimes seems like it's either feast or famine. I have a couple of blog friends in Newfoundland, and they're super cold. If only we could all share!! :0)
Ahh what a wonderful place!
Look familiar, Brenda? :0)
Oh Martie, would it be o.k. "just this once" to say how lucky you are to live in such a beautiful place??? Hoping the monsoons kick in soon. Looking forward to getting together soon.
Liz in Idyllwild
Thanks for sharing these photos. They bring back wonderful memories!
I love the old churches of NM. I've not seen that one before. It's lovely. Nice photo. I miss being able to have lunch at the Taos Cow in Arroyo Seco, followed by their lavender homemade ice cream. What a cool little town. I lived in Santa Fe for about eight years. I still miss it, and hope to get back next year.
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