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12. Where I ate lunch.
(Okay, I ate at Second Street Brewery, which overlooks this water tower. All my shots of the brewery sucked.)

12. Where I ate lunch.

(Okay, I ate at Second Street Brewery, which overlooks this water tower. All my shots of the brewery sucked.)

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Santa Fe National Forest. October 2012.

Santa Fe National Forest. October 2012.

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Welcome to the towering aspens of New Mexico’s Sangre de Cristo Mountains over Santa Fe! Gorgeous shoot with Kathy for Stripes and Spots!

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Bobcat Bite just outside Santa Fe, New Mexico.  This was a delicious lunch for New Year’s Eve!

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GPOYW!  On the Railrunner for the first time yesterday.  (PS: You should totally full-view the other photos.)

It was a busy, tiring day!  We got up at 5am to be out of the apartment at 6am to be on the 7am train from Santa Fe to Downtown Albuquerque.  Then we walked to the 8th & Silver Flying Star and I had a green chile cheeseburger… yes, for breakfast.  I’ve been wanting one since the hospital, and it was so satisfying!  Then we went to the aquarium, which my partner-in-crime-of-the-day, Nikki, had never been to.  It’s pretty small, so we also went into the botanic gardens.

Can I just stop for a moment to say how beautiful New Mexico weather is right now?!  And to be out in the gardens with the fresh smells and happy butterflies after walking down a hot, dry, ugly part of Central was so lovely!

Then my friend Kathy came and picked us up and took us to Keva Juice, where I had my favorite smoothie of all time, the Low-Glycemic Bluffin’ Muffin and some froyo.

THEN we had our first experience with the Albuquerque bus system and rode it back to the Century 14, where we saw The Lion King 3D.  Honestly… THAT movie is art.  So much quality—- I don’t know what else I can say other than that it rained on my face like four separate times.

Then we had to wait around for an hour at the train station and got on around 5:35PM.  The ride took nearly two hours, and being that we got up so early and I’m not allowing myself caffeine due to my colitis, it was a very zombified trip.  We went to Trader Joe’s in Santa Fe and picked up ingredients for Spanish Eggs, and when we got back, Joe cooked it up for us.  We were so tired that we all basically went to sleep right after dinner!

I love, love, love days full of adventures.  I know now, after hearing Trey Parker and Matt Stone, that “and then” stories aren’t as good as “therefore” and “but” stories… but I’m leaving this here just as a way to show how much I love having a full day!  One major event is not enough for me- I want days full of great stuff!

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The “miraculous” staircase at Loretto Chapel in Santa Fe, NM.

The “miraculous” staircase at Loretto Chapel in Santa Fe, NM.

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Capital, capital!

As some of you know, I’ve been practicing my writing in two ways: I’ve been journaling and writing letters. Something that continues to inspire me is a group of friends who also write well, or would like to.  That’s why the writing project has been one that has survived for longer than a week or two.  We’re going on three months now (I began in November), and I genuinely feel as though I can express myself at least somewhat more artfully.  

One thing I’d like to be able to do is express myself here on my blog.  The truth is, however, putting one’s deepest thoughts and feelings on the Internet can get one in heaps of trouble.  A friend of mine, whose blog I read, writes down thoughts I wouldn’t be willing to share with a public audience.  I’ve tried writing for a limited audience, too, but the fact is that an audience of one or two is all I can stand- myself or the person to whom I’m writing.  I kept a blog during high school and early college in which I was far too open; a real PR disaster.  If I were to do that today, what would I write about?  My jobs?  Certainly if I were to complain openly about some of the things that bother me there, I’d find myself on the chopping block.  And though I rather like the idea of talking about the people in my life on my blog, even the smallest note could offend.

Journaling the other night after watching a video Zack recommended resulted in more artistic turns of phrase, which I didn’t expect.  I wrote regarding the beauty of the New Mexico State Capitol versus the one in Oregon.  Beware: though in many cases I feel Oregon is more my style, I visited their capitol building last year and was nonplussed.  And I don’t mince my words in my own journal…

This week featured a trip to Santa Fe as a lobbyist.

The Roundhouse is a very respectable building, as capitals go.  The capitals of other states don’t always aim to impress.  In Oregon, the building is oft regarded as the ugliest state capitol around.  Sure, there are marble staircases and grandiose paintings of illustrious past governors.  But there is much too much dingy brown and green — no doubt an attempt to zero in on the natural wonders that make up the majestic world outside the capitol.  The exterior of the building is just as much a failure at a grandiose attempt.  Instead of being a testament to art deco with simple lines and “bold statements,” it merely looks like a slab of stone plopped down in the midst of Salem — as if the marble excrement of the goddess Portlandia had been angrily and purposefully dumped on the disappointment of such an abysmal city chosen to be the Oregonian capital.

New Mexico was blessed with a great architect, whoever that was.  It may also be that the state had benefitted from the retrospect 47 previous states admitted to the Union may not have.  Ours has plenty of natural light pouring in from skylights and large windows at the entrances.  The House and Senate chambers glow brightly from a fanned ceiling, which looks rather like the fold-out fans of geishas when laid down.  The seal of the State of New Mexico appears to have been cut, with deep relief, from silver or brushed steel.  My favorite part of the place is actually a corridor connecting the Roundhouse and its annex, which is lined with great New Mexican pieces of art.

Although not as wonderful as the U.S. Capitol or the White House, walking through the New Mexico capital and talking over lobbying business makes me feel like I’m one of the characters in The West Wing.  A setting can make all the difference in how one acts.  For instance, the Oregon capital made me feel as though I could walk all over it — in more of a metaphorical sense, but also very much in a physical sense.  Nothing about that place intimidated me.  On the other hand, the more imposing features of the Santa Fe locale do tend to make me think twice before psyching myself into thinking I own the place.

It’s not the greatest writing, but I was happy to write extensively on something other than how my day or week was going.

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