high clear air
We spent yesterday morning at the Albuquerque Museum of Art and History where a fascinating exhibit, “Behind Closed Doors: Art in the Spanish American Home 1492-1898” decoded domestic space for us with its dramas and manners. I loved the note for one portrait of a haughty young woman: she rejected an elderly suitor because he was “uglier than an excommunication.” How language places us and shapes us! In a Catholic household, what would be worse?
After lunch in quiet Corrales, we drove up to Santo Domingo Pueblo and then to Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument where we hiked the Cave-Loop trail in high clear air. The white cliffs, the deep blue sky, flowering cactus, a startled jackrabbit loping away, and a raucous scrub jay, not so different from his coastal cousins who wake us on summer mornings. The tent rocks are extraordinary –layers of rock and ash eroded and weathered to these astonishing formations:
We’re leaving Albuquerque this morning for Santa Fe. This B&B — the Mauger House — has been a perfect base for our explorations: comfortable room with a tiny balcony where we see a pair of purple finches making their nest in a blue spruce, beautiful breakfasts of blueberry stuffed French toast and stratas and scones, welcoming glasses of wine late afternoon when we return from our forays into New Mexico.