We seem particularly unable, here in the desert Southwest, to learn from these earlier techniques; there are no light-proof shades over the windows here in the middle of the day, no habit of closing early and opening late (which used to be the rule in the U.S. South), no planting of trees to provide crucial shade.
A Town Made For Women
When people ask me why I moved to Santa Fe twenty years ago, I answer according to my mood: the mountains, the sky, the light—all familiar answers that most of us offer, particularly if we are artists for whom such attributes are especially important.
The Fire Next Time
For us here in Santa Fe, the worst has passed, since we are directly across the valley from Los Alamos and therefore most disturbed by heavy smoke and the terrifying vision of huge plumes rising thousand of feet into the air.
Where is your Cynefin?
On the New Mexico Wildfires Here in the mountains north-east of Santa Fe, the winds are carrying more smoke up from the Wallow Fire, down on the Arizona border; the
Women, Dogs and Mountains
Most of the lone hikers I meet, often accompanied by one or two dogs, are women, young, old and in between.
Santa Fe Farmers’ Market
We don’t plant, or spin, or weave, we buyers, but at least we are able to appreciate the labor of those who do.