I’ve flown out to the Santa Fe area to help friends open Madrid General, a pop-up shop for the holiday season, which will be a fully realized shop & gallery in the Spring.
The stars in the desert are limitless. So is the silence. The hum of electricity and plumbing seem amplified in the dense quiet (when we and the dogs are quiet, too).
Everything moves at its own pace here, especially out in Madrid. The aim is a subtle kind of lawlessness away from the urban infrastructure. A greater sense of freedom is more accurate, if slightly less romantic.
The slowed pace has partly to do with the physical environment. There are sacrifices and challenges, taken in stride as a matter of course. It’s a wonderful place to be, for a time. I imagine living out here would necessarily change a person’s daily approach. That’s how it feels. (A big difference to the pace of NYC.)
The snow we woke to my second day was fantastical. It started the night before and by sun-bright morning the high desert was transformed into some other landscape. The van got stuck in the hilly and winding driveway, but Bett’s car was already out near the road where she’d left it earlier in the day, so we weren’t stranded.