Dallas/Fort Worth. I’m sure Denver would have wrecked me even more but so much about flying reminded us of Danny that even avoiding it was no picnic.
Flying to and from Colorado for 13 years. Flying to and from Rome with him and Ella in 2024. Flying to California together many times.
I finally cried at Gate 45B waiting for our connecting flight.
Afterwards, a very nice man who was traveling alone struck up a conversation with us. I’m sure he’d seen my shoulders shaking, my awkward hunt for a Kleenex. Even though we spoke of ordinary travel topics, it felt like grace.
The clouds upon arrival did not disappoint.
Nor did the quaint airport terminal! It was house-scaled. So manageable. In the bathroom, not an electronic sensor in sight! It felt so familiar, turning water on with a handle, pushing the soap out with the heel of my hand. I hadn’t realized how much I missed mechanical fixtures.
Our Airbnb is one of the nicest we’ve ever stayed in.
We had dinner in town. I cried at the table as well. Not an indictment of the food, mind. That was tasty.
There is a Basilica in St Francis’s honor. I will light some votives in Danny’s name at some point.
my favorite church ,,,, and glorious clouds ! the reason we returned as much as possible .
It’s fun knowing you (and Liz) have been here so many times!
I loved my visit to Santa Fe … yes the airport was my first taste of what was to come. Besides it being a friend reunion I loved everything about my visit. Yes the food and desert architecture. And yes the Basilica. I’m glad you’re there. Your place looks wonderful.
It’s supposed to rain on our outdoor indigo dyeing workshop tomorrow but who cares? It’s just ironic, being the desert and all.
thanks for sharing these–a lot of love in them
Doris
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Dee~ It sounds like NM welcomed you in ways you needed. I never, ever tire of big western skies. Gosh how I love the look, the feel – the freedom of them. You place looks so charming. I have a thing for little built in shelves. Back in my ex & I were going to build our own hose days of my early 20’s…my house would have had several of them. 🙂 It absolutely poured here this morning. The earth is smiling, but I’ve yet to check the coast for damage. Enjoy the rest of your trip.
California weather is going thru some things, isn’t it?
What an adorable little house! The west really is a special place. I do miss the skies out west
There’s nothing like these big open skies back in New England.
Real crying just emerges without warning. There’s no stopping in.
There is room to breathe there. I hope you get some deep breaths.
I’m learning how to cry. Sometimes I do try to stop it but mostly not. The air and space has been lovely as was the community I met with for three days.
I had to mention how stunning these images are. First to last, the precision and balance of the compositions is immaculate.
Thanks Deb.
What joy to see you in beautiful Santa Fe. 40 years of living there will never be enough for me, Thank you for the photos, so dear to my heart.
New England welcomes you too. I’ve never seen an autumn this beautiful and long.
Love to you all,
Sue