Looking Back

I was going through my 2017 photos to try and pick a favorite but don’t really have one. I just have photos that mainly bring back good memories. I picked out over 20 but may have to spread it out over several posts.

We went to the States in January. We visited the Grand Canyon in Arizona,

and Sante Fe in New Mexico,

and the White Sands Monument in New Mexico.

We went to the Maldives for my birthday.

A trip to Venice with a lot of Spritzs to drink.

We did part of the Camino de Santiago in May where I took this photo of a cow at dawn. It was very difficult for me, my first and last time, but Maurice is ready for more.

We went to England to watch some tennis and made a stop in London while there.

I spent the rest of the year in the States, mostly with my mother but visiting with my children before coming home in December.

I don’t know if this is my favorite photo but I do love the optical illusion of this building in hilly Montmartre.

I wish you all a Happy and Healthy New Year for 2018. Thanks for making me a part of your lives.

Georgia O’Keefe

While in Santa Fe we made a stop in the Georgia O’Keefe Museum. She has long been one of my favorite painters and the last time we were in the area we went out to Ghost Ranch where she lived, to look at the beautiful, unique countryside. The museum is small and easy to roam around. They only display 10% of the art that they have-that’s how much they have. She was from the East coast but visited a friend in New Mexico and fell in love with it.

I like her flowers the best.

She also did art from New York City. The volunteer there said this was painted late in her life and at a time when she was losing her eye sight.

I can’t remember what this was but I like it. Looks like white sand and a sunset to me.

I liked seeing her paints and brushes.

A look at one wall. There was a wall of picture frames that she decorated herself too.

Silver City

Most people haven’t heard of this small city in southern New Mexico. It has a pretty interesting history with Apache attacks, Billy the Kid, and it was founded as a mining town for silver explorations. I was born in Houston, Texas but raised here until junior high. We were in the area on our trip so made a stop to have a look.

Some sort of municipal building.

It looked liked the old town area was becoming an artist’s zone. There were lots of colorfully painted buildings on thr main street.

This former garage had been made into an art gallery.

I liked their lamp posts.

We had mexican food here for lunch. There was an older couple at the table next to us and I asked if they knew my aunt, the last of my Father’s family. They didn’t but when they heard where we were from, the lady started speaking fluent French. They had visited France a lot and were also from Louisiana. They had some sort of Cajun band there in Silver City.

White Sands

In southern New Mexico is the White Sands Monument. I remember going there as a child as I was raised in New Mexico and it is a special place. It’s known by some for the site of the first atom bomb detonation in its northern section. The sand is made of gypsum which normally dissolves in water but due to several factors remains.  It doesn’t retain heat like those sun soaked beaches that you have to race across but is cool to the feel even on the hottest summer day. We were there on a cool day and our feet got cold actually as we walked around with bare feet

We started seeing the yucca plants as we got near White Sands. These were in front of the visator center.

That is the white sands in the background. Notice all of the footprints and the trails left by people sliding down the hills on metal saucers. I had hoped to get some photos of pristine sand dunes but it would have required more of a hike than we were up to.

The light wasn’t the best but we got some great skies.

I found a bit of sand that hadn’t been walked on.

A closeup.

Looks like snow.


Not far from Santa Fe is a little town called Chimayo which contains a popular religious shrine. We made the drive there on a sunny, chilly day to check it out.

A statue of Mary passed on the walk from the parking lot.

Lots of candles and rosaries every where.

The entry to the chapel. There weren’t many people around but I imagine it’s very different in the summer.

This is a statue of the Christ Child of Atocha. Note the children’s shoes put there as the statue has worn shoes each morning after pilgrimages to help others. I’m sure the Catholic Church is driven a little crazy by shrines like this popping up. There was also a hole full of “miraculous” dirt with many crutches left nearby after healings. So, what the heck, I took a tiny pinch and put some on Maurice and some on me-something healthwise was coming for me a week or so later. I will need all the help I can get.

A Great Hotel

The La Posta Hotel was full of beautiful architectural details and fablous art.

 One of two fireplaces.

 Even the phone to call rooms was decrative.

 I loved this painting. I saw it each time we got off the elevator.

 These figures were on a fireplace mantle.

 The pretty dining room. We never ate there though.