I stayed on campus when I attended a photography workshop earlier this summer in Santa Fe. The campus used to be a monastery, and there’s still a chapel on the grounds. Almost every afternoon, when I’d walk to my room, I could hear someone inside the chapel playing the flute. It was lovely, and calming. I wanted to go inside, to let the curve of that handrail pull me toward the music, but it felt like it would be an intrusion on the flautist. Instead, I walked a little slower, gaining a few more seconds of a serenade.

on the grounds of the Santa Fe Photographic Workshops
Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 7.2.2014