Ghost Ranch
Ghost Ranch. The red dirt under my feet was once under the feet of Georgia O’Keeffe & bore the weight of Mr. Adams tripod. A rare piece of earth, drawing artists then, drawing artists now. Photo by: @jeremywadeshockley
Ghost Ranch. The red dirt under my feet was once under the feet of Georgia O’Keeffe & bore the weight of Mr. Adams tripod. A rare piece of earth, drawing artists then, drawing artists now. Photo by: @jeremywadeshockley
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . Photo by: @jeremywadeshockley
Lone snag. I pull off the highway, my eyes fixed on the horizon, the vast space which easily consumes the skeletal tree. Frame, compose, recompose. Photo by: @jeremywadeshockley
Exploring the city streets. Rachel and I set out on the town, drawn to the warmth of Santa Fe. In the years we have known each other, our lives centered around our home in Colorado, cut into the steep slope of a mountain, hand built. We have paid for this in both time and energy, …
O’Farrell Hat Company replaced the sweat stained strip of fabric that passed for a hat band on my fedora. Good as new. Hats are big business in Santa Fe. Louie comes in once a week to brush the hats down. Photo by: @jeremywadeshockley
First light. Indian jewelry is sold year round under the sheltered terraza of the Palace of the Governors. Native American vendors from throughout the region brace themselves against the brisk morning air, the sun’s warmth a welcome sight. Photo by: @jeremywadeshockley
A balloon fiesta aficionado takes in the rose garden, Cathedral Basilica St. Francis of Assisi. Santa Fe, New Mexico. Photo by: @jeremywadeshockley
The Shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe, Santa Fe. Editing photos, regrouping. The silence of the church courtyard is a welcome relief from the fiesta. Photo by: @jeremywadeshockley
One of my earliest memories is of my great grandmother, Momo, my mother and myself, driving the Buick through the dawn light outside of Farmington, New Mexico to see the local balloons take flight. I seem to remember eating donuts for breakfast, or perhaps that was another memory… Photo by: @jeremywadeshockley
Back in Brazil with David Alan Harvey Rio de Janeiro January 19th-25th, 2014 Rio de Janeiro. Just the name alone conjures up imagery. Spectacular location geographically and the place of beauty and passion and excitement and well yes, a physical and psychological Shakespearian stage of life. For me to do a workshop in Rio, following …