Thanksgiving Weekend in Santa Fe

Here, when I take my walks, this is what I see:

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The night before last, during my usual break in sleep, I took a lap around Twitter-Instagram-FB-Email and got some bad news in a message from my mom. There are a lot of reasons why I can’t/won’t give details now about what she wrote. The only reason I bring it up at all is to offer some acknowlegement, even if it’s just to myself, that the situation is on my mind.

My family is on my mind. Too far from Ohio to be present with them, I have to be present where I am.

Yesterday that happened to be an alpaca farm.

Oh hi, Alpaca.

I wanted to buy something to support the farm owners, so Andy and I settled on this alpaca-fur coated little guy complete with an alpaca knitted cap. He’s almost as cute as the real thing.

Christmas in November: happiest hippy ever. #santafe #alpaca #edlarson

After the alpaca farm, we took a walk down Canyon Road and stopped into Ed Larson’s place — my very favorite studio in all of Santa Fe (except Andy’s Dad’s). Every time I go to Mr. Larson’s he’s there painting. He always engages us in low-impact pleasantries. The whole experience never fails to charm me.

For nearly ten years, I’ve dreamt of buying one of his paintings. Yesterday was my lucky day. Andy and I agreed upon an abstract self-portrait; although, my favorites are the character driven story pieces. I love American Folk Art. I have my eye on one with a sailor and his date. We’re going back today.

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