Over lunch, I had commented to my friend that I was shocked we hadn’t suffered any fires yet. The winter and spring had been worrisomely mild, and the winds had howled across April and May. And yet here it was one day from June and New Mexico had hardly...
musings from the studio and beyond ~
dawn chandler’s reflections on art and life. . . .
ute park fire
why we leave new mexico….
Every June I leave New Mexico .... and I go to Oregon... I make this annual journey from the parched mesas of the Southwest to the crashing waves of the Pacific Northwest in order to sleep. My annual pilgrimage to seaside slumber began...