Home again in Santa Fe

After a year of travels through Europe and repeated treks across the U.S., I have come home to Santa Fe. The elegance of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains holds me in its palm.

I have many stories to write, and I am eager to settle.

I will finish my book about Europe, my parents’ travels there in 1951, my adventures 60 years later following their journey, and the deep lessons I have learned about how story shapes our lives.

Here are some images taken during my search for a new hideout home. They show the view from the French doors of the home where I am staying after a snowstorm passed. My colorful kitchen. The Nambé Church and cemetery on a cold February day. And blessed evening at the ranch.

 

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