Saturday, August 16, 2008

Mira, Abuelita, ¡es verde!

Which is, being interpreted, "Look, Grandmère, it's green!" This was shot from the parking lot of the Santa Fe Opera just after we arrived. The sun had set behind clouds in the west and this is looking roughly northeast.

Of course it is a desert green, not the lush greens of wetter climes. We mostly get dark green piñons and pale green sagebrush, with smatterings of very subdued gray-green prairie grasses.

I will post some more pics shortly. It's past my bedtime now (got back home at 1 a.m. = 2. a.m. New Orleans time, which my body currently runs on).
--the BB


FranIAm said...

Oh my... how my heart longs to be in Santa Fe.

Grandmère Mimi said...

Paul, I saw that green when I was in Santa Fe. Well, it is green, not our kind of green, but green. I'll tell you what you do have - gorgeous skies. I don't believe we can match them. Too many trees. Too much green in the way.

Paul said...

I think the vastness of sky in some places either exhilarates folks or seems creepy. One concern I had when leaving the San Francisco Bay Area was losing the repeated views of the Bay from every angle, since I knew I would not see a lot of water in New Mexico. I discovered that in NM we have "an ocean overhead" that gives me the kind of lift that the views of the Bay gave me in my prior home. It is very different but has a very similar effect.

We tease each other, GM, but when I took this particular photo I could not help thinking of you. They are very different types of green, indeed. This summer has seen more rain than usual in New Mexico (at least anecdotally, I have not seen statistics).