City Different

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So, how is life in Santa Fe? In a word, terrific.

Friends ask me how I like it here, since I moved to Santa Fe nearly two months ago. I rack my brain for something to complain about, but come up empty. It's terrific.

People ask me if it's hot here. It is. But not the shirt-stuck-to-your-back variety of heat. It's warm, dry, and afternoon monsoons -- loud, thunderous rainstorms -- dampen the land and break the heat. Still, Santa Fe is the nation's highest state capital at nearly 7,000 feet, so it's mostly mild in the summer, and cold and snowy in the winter, at least that's what I'm told.

Around the city of Santa Fe, it's brown and dry. But drive into the city center, and the town explodes with the color and vitality of hundreds of artists and the adobe homes and shops that keep them and me cool.

With all the great art and scenery here, I'm almost embarassed to post my photos. But as my family can tell you, an overwhelming sense of humliation has never stopped me from doing something before. So, here goes:

Raam and Mom, Mary

And now a note on this blog. For the time being, I'm taking a break from writing humor columns. This is for two reasons. One, I haven't had a funny thought since May 2, 1987. Second, due to the nature of my profession, I think it's inappropriate for me to continue to blog. So I'll return to the original purpose of this blog -- showcasing some of my photos. Thanks.