Last week I suffered a loss. Just as this grand window onto the West has opened up, I found I had to slam a door shut behind me. And so there was this loss.
My dear friend James suggested that during this time of transition I envelope myself in the beauty of this place. "The infinite can be found in the skies of Santa Fe," he told me. How right he was. These pictures were all taken at the Museum of Indian Arts and Culture.
No comments needed-the visuals are enough.
ReplyDeleteSometimes, geographical changes cannot be judged as 'better' or 'worse'. Just, 'different'.