As our trip draws to a close I’m considering what I’ll remember most.
It’s the light. The light is what drew Georgia O’Keefe to this part of New Mexico and it’s what makes the place so magical. We were lucky enough to have pretty good weather the entire month: not too hot, not too cold, with a few thunderstorms to break things up.
But when the day was sunny and bright and the sky was the bluest blue I’ve ever seen, it was fun to walk around town and enjoy what makes Santa Fe different from any other place on the planet.
So step through this pretty door with me and let’s see a little Canyon Road art.
The sculpture is gorgeous, but juxtaposed against the red door it made us feel almost like voyeurs to a private moment.
Shaded by a tree, this voluptuous piece drew me in closer.
This photo is almost a study in red. The sculpture was arresting, but so were the red windowpanes and the reflection in the glass. But, see, that’s what I love about Santa Fe. Everything is art. Everything.
On the right huge property, this would be perfect.
These two women hid against a tree.
Sometimes, the gallery signs were works of art in themselves.
Who wouldn’t be happy with birds lined up on their shoulder and arm?
Unless, of course, you prefer a bird on your head.
If not a bird, why not a pear? Don’t shoot!
I’m always attracted to the voluptuous sculptures. This is one I’d love to own.
If this isn’t the spitting image of our late Little He, I don’t know what is. Every time we saw it, we remembered his sweet soul
Red. It was the color of that day, when we perused Canyon Road art with friends visiting from San Francisco.
We were surprised to find a Quaker meeting house on Canyon Road.
I have nothing to say about this, except “FUN!”
This was how we felt about our month in Santa Fe. And yes, we’ll be repeating it next year. There’s so much more to see! We leave for home tomorrow, sad, but excited about visiting again.