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Train, arriving
The Rail Runner train from Albuquerque pulls into the station. It’s a nice way to see New Mexico from a vantage point that doesn’t include driving on an Interstate highway. There are a few places where the route passes through tribal lands, and photography is prohibited; the time I rode the train, as part of a photography class, the conductors kept a close watch on us during that part of the trip. Fifteen photographers and 30 or so cameras had them on high alert…
(Anyone age 62 and older can ride the train free on Wednesdays. Plan accordingly.)
Railyard Arts District
Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 3.15.2019
Two Georgias
A nice way to spend a morning in Santa Fe is to visit the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum. In case you were wondering.
This confusing image is the painting called “Church Steeple” reflected in the one called “My Last Door.” Here’s what they actually look like:
There was a woman at the museum who was on Skype; she’d stop in front of each painting and say, “And this one is ‘Church Steeple.’ And this one is…” all the way through each one of the galleries. Later, she was sitting on the bench in the main gallery and I heard her say, still on Skype, “That blue sky reminds me of our trip, and that’s one of my favorite memories.” A security guard said the woman’s mom was on hospice care and too ill to make it to the museum, so her daughter was Skyping the visit. It was a sad and lovely story.
Georgia O’Keeffe Musuem
Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 3.15.2019
Carpenter saint in his niche
I like this guy – he seems content with his niche-based existence. But I am not sure why those rocks are lined up to watch him work.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 7.4.2016
Hammock
A half-dressed man in a rope hammock. Of course.
near Pojaque, New Mexico
photographed 7.6.2016
The week felt like this
A sad little still life – all lipstick prints and coffee and a crumpled napkin. Some days feel like this, right?
And so do some weeks.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 7.4.2016
