A dot on the landscape.
Evidence of the wild and crazy results of the forces of nature.
Emma on the trail. Of snacks.
A cowly encounter - the one on the road is intent on winning the stare down competition.
The mailboxes at the end of the universe. It is not clear if there are ever any deliveries. Or recipients.
Ghost Ranch comes over the horizon like an apparition. The memories come flooding back - we were introduced to this place by our friend and photographer, Saul Chaikin, many years ago. Saul remains a role model for us.
Musical chair.
The symbol of Ghost Ranch, and a touchstone for its most famous resident, Georgia O'Keeffe.
The courtyard of the original farmhouse.
They now call it the meditation courtyard.
Meditation indeed - especially when this magical light shines in.
Basking in this giant meadow is one of the best parts of the day.
Ghosts talk.
The remarkable library. It never closes.
The dining hall. They ring the bell, and you'd better come a-runnin'. First in line gets the best stuff.
Last light over the ranch.
This is one of the staff rooms - they were guest rooms when we were here last, and these were our rooms.
The sun has set but there is still residual light - the land turns quickly cold - and to shades of blues and blacks.
Moonrise, Hernandez, New Mexico, 2013.
Really, this is Hernandez as the full moon rises.
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