I would like to say more about these photographs, but I think that any real comments I may have on this exceptional part of the world will have ro wait until we’re back home. In the mean time here are some photos taken over the last few days:
These first images were taken at the Santa Fe farmers market held every Saturday at the Rail Yard. Many interesting venders and lots of variety.
This was my very first tamale. It will not be my last!
Here are two of the Rail Yard itself.
This next batch of images are on the trip up to Bandelier National Monument and of the Adobe ruins in the monument. There’s also some landscapes I took of around the valley where the monument sits.
The last in this group is back I Santa Fe, at the San Miguel Mission. The church was built in 1610, making it the oldest church in the US.
I hope you liked this bunch. Tomorrow we head up to Abiquiu and Geogia O’Keeffe country.
Again, I’m short on time, so I’ll have to keep the text to a minimum. I do want to say what a wonderful city Santa Fe is. The climate is cool in winter but city is full of warm hearts. Rarely, do we come across locals who aren’t quick to pass on a warm smile and friendly words. Below are more shots of the downtown area and quite a few were taken along Canyon Road, the art and gallery centre of the city. I hope you enjoy perusing them as much as I enjoyed taking them.
We don’t travel a lot. Home with the dog, the wood stove, the rain; that works for us. Real homebodies. But we’re not old enough to ignore the Siren’s song of a new voyage. So, today we’ve left our little island and are headed South-Southeast to the landlocked state of New Mexico.
Our first day is a light one, our odyssey only takes us across The Georgia Straight to our old home of Vancouver. I miss this city often, though I’m glad to be free of its traffic, noise and unending growth. Vancouver is like a pretty, cranky child in a beautiful crib. You’re never sure whether staying or leaving would be better for body and soul.
Tonight, We’re staying in Richmond, just south of Vancouver proper, so we can more easily catch our morning flight. Dinner out is at The French Table with dear friends. This little restaurant on Main Street might just be the best in the city. Where else can you get exceptional French cuisine and good humoured grief all in one pleasing setting.
Tomorrow we fly to Phoenix, Arizona for the second stage of our New Mexico odyssey. The weather is looking fine: mild and sunny. We’ll overnight there and have an evening with family we don’t see often enough; transplants from the island of Maui that have become desert dwellers. After that, we’ll hit the road, driving highway 60 out of Arizona and into cold clear weather, eventually ending up in a place I’ve long desired to see, Santa Fe. I’ll try and keep you informed as we go, along with some fun and funky snapshots for entertainment value.