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Young girls...
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...proud of their heritage...
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...and their talents...
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...perform perhaps...
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...for the first time...
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...to help celebrate...
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...a Santa Fe event
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all these beautiful irises...
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...appeared in my garden...
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...surrounding my fountain...
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...and brought me joy
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the wall
is old
the elms
are new
because
the cottonwoods
cannot survive
without water
in the river
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Santa Fe
is
a
dity
of
walls
with an occasional
peek
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Once it was an orchard
and needed water
from the acequa madre
through this acequacita
but now
it's just
a pretty wall
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Some go into the
basilica
to find God
I think the camera
did a better job
looking up through
the fence post
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I have spent
untold hours
listenting
but I am not
at liberty
to tell you
what they said
that would be
gossip
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I went
to the right
and you
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Perhaps
Qwest
wants us to think
they are on a
quest
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Wonders of walking
there she was
one day
gone
the next week
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Just a tiny statue
in a tiny creche
in the wall
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Loretto
miracle stairs
now owned by
a hotel
another on the left
basicilica to the rear
all tourist now
not much
miracle
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Someone said
how can you stand
living here
I'd never get anything done
just one glorious day
after another
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Supreme pun intended irony
that the spookiest
building in town
is the federal court house
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If you have been
to Santa Fe
you know
what these are
you know
where these are
fitting I think
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Yeah I know
if you're from NYC
you call them
flying rats
but I call them
rock doves
and they are
irridescently
beautiful
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In a way
a sign of the times
in a way
St. Francis
seems to be listening
what you cannot see
is at his feet
a prairie dog
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Every photographer...
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...in Santa Fe...
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...it seems...
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...has the same set...
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...of photographs...
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...just one of the joys...
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...one of the constant reminders...
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...oh, look where I live...
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...normal is good
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One of the joys
of even having a camera
is capturing
a moment
even if you have to
look hard
to see it
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It was a
lonely and
naked tree
in the skyline
and then
photoshop
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Not so far
from where they
made "the bomb"
they let you cross country
in the caldura
on a full moon
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In the summer
the clouds
linger over
the Sangre de Christos
in Santa fe
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