Recently home from two years in Australia – easily the most vivid chapter of our adult lives. Living in Oz was beyond our wildest hopes – and the new friends we made will be with us for a long time. Yet with the pandemic, Adisa and I chose to return and shelter-in-place in SF -> not in the 510 but instead 505 -> Santa Fe!
We now live in the prickly high-desert amongst the packs of pre-dawn coyote. At 7k elevation, we are squarely stepping into our Covid gap year on Adisa’s home turf – New Mexico. It is a place she has loved since she was 19 as a volunteer EMT nee’ archeologist.
I am just beginning to see what she already knows in her bones. Here the landscape reveals itself a little bit differently with each passing day – with its quiet, unpaved and sweeping views. New Mexico is our safe perch in this flummoxing and fakakta time.
Daily sunset ride 
Hopi tiles 
Molly 
Adisa’s rig 
Behind the house 
Albuquerque afternoon 
Front porch this week 
Adisa on the daily walk to get mail
