About a week ago it snowed six inches in my neck of the woods, Talpa. I took an early morning loop around the property and enjoyed the sugar coated frosting effect on the familiar landscape. It was soft and pretty and quietly peaceful. Wasn’t enough to cause trouble and hardly required the use of a snow shovel, although I had my Idaho mountain shovel handy by the door just in case. The neighbor just to the east of us keeps llamas. I think there are three there now. They like to have their pictures taken, so I oblige.
This is a pear tree on the property growing next to the driveway to my house. The house you can see here is in front of mine, closer to the road. I have photographed this tree in different seasons but this one in snow is a first and I love how the snow on the branches makes their angled shapes even more dramatic. When I came to Taos to look for a house early last spring there were no leaves on any trees. Coming from evergreen country I fell into a swoon over all the bare deciduous tree branches. They seemed to be telling a story about bridging from earth to the big sky with their expressive reaching.
Beautiful in any season, we have the old orchard with the road through it. Oddly that morning no cars had marked the road to the landlord’s house at the end. Perhaps they were out of town. This increased my sense of pleasure in the walk, the illusion that I was uniquely alone in my appreciation of this magically transformed scene. I had on my Sorel snow boots so felt free to roam around freely among the trees looking for camera stories.
I’m guessing red apples still clinging to the tree branches. Eight months ago each apple was a small flower. Interesting how we call them apple blossoms, same as “cherry blossoms.” Nice old fashioned word, blossom. These fruits were not so high they couldn’t be reached. By the end of the season the amount of fruit, especially apples, becomes overwhelming and it can’t all be picked. A couple of times toward the end of the season I picked apples and peeled and chopped them up to make a chunky applesauce, which I enjoyed for weeks out of a jar kept in the refrigerator. I guess canning would be the way to go if you wanted to get serious. I played with it, I made something good and enjoyed it while it lasted.
This I took the next day in Santa Fe around noon. I was meeting a friend of a friend at The Teahouse on Canyon Road for an astrology reading. I parked a block or so away and took photos as I walked along. As most people know Canyon Road in Santa Fe is a long and charming narrow street of old adobe homes converted long ago to art galleries.
My first experience of it was many years ago looking for the Artisan Art store. Not a great location for parking as I recall, but the finest art store I had ever laid eyes on. It’s now relocated to a less charming location with lots of parking. I bought some pastels and appropriate paper and traveled to Ghost Ranch. I stayed there on retreat for several days playing with my art supplies. I tried to see the landscape through the eyes of Georgia O’Keefe.
It was my first time going to The Teahouse. They, by the way, have a nice little website which you can easily find using Google. I watched their introductory video the night before and the owner, whom I recognized from it, was right there near the counter when I walked in. She says she really enjoys experimenting with combining ingredients for the various teas she offers. I went with “regular chai latte” and was deeply rewarded. We sat near a corner kiva fireplace that was burning appropriately for the “snow day.” Amen to all that and happy holidays, snow or no.