|Storm building over the Jemez|
New Mexico gets in your soul. Called the "Land of Enchantment," I find it more the land of the Spirit.
This last trip after a long absence made me more aware than ever, especially the skies, as the monsoon season arrives and the clouds build over the mountains.
|Thunderheads building over the Sangre de Cristos.|
Three years ago I wrote about not wanting to live in a land of "cloudless day" as in the words of the old Gospel song, "Today's clouds and living in texture."
|Penitente morada at Abiquiu|
|Georgia O'Keefe's Perdenal|
For years and many articles I have attributed a quote to Willa Cather, and discovered I'd made it up, and nobody had challenged me. She didn't write it, so I guess it's mine if someone else hasn't already written it, though it summarizes her great writing in Death Comes for the Archbishop.
"Out here there's the sky."
|Evening sky looking north from the Rio Chama bosque, Abiquiu|