Santa Fe Pictures

Some pictures from our Christmas trip to New Mexico. This is the afternoon we spent in Santa Fe, at the galleries near the train tracks.

It was uncharacteristically overcast and gray. We let R pick out a puppet from the Farmer's Market, and she picked this Jack Russell terrier. She didn't let him out of her sight for weeks.




I used to walk past those train tracks, down Paseo de Peralta every day on my way home from the downtown art gallery where I worked the year after college. This is where I lived, in the upstairs apartment. It looks the same, maybe less run-down now. I wonder if they still have the old cast-iron footed tub. That place was so spectacular when the sun was just going down and all the windows filled with light. A molten gold that made the furniture look like it was on fire. That light always pops into my head when I hear the Cowboy Junkies or Glenn Gould's recording of "The Goldberg Variations." It must be what I listened to most when I lived there.

Here is some graffiti outside my favorite restaurant, La Choza. Just down the street from my old apartment.

This is outside the International Folk Art Museum on Museum Hill. The colors look different on a gray day, more variation in the blues and grays. In some ways Santa Fe is more interesting when it's not baking in the sun.