Happy New Year!
Wanting to avoid the hassle and cost of flying during the holidays, I began looking for convenient meeting points between Houston, where my younger sister and her boyfriend live, and LA. I quickly zeroed in on Santa Fe as an obvious middle ground and punched in the locations on Google Maps. Only 12 hours for each of us! Anyone up for a road trip? All seasoned travelers, no one blinked at the distances, and soon we were hunting for a place to stay. Not set on staying immediately in Santa Fe, we ended up finding a great adobe house nearby in the small, rural town of Truchas, which turned out to be a great place to have Christmas. Not even a one-stoplight town, Truchas is situated 8,000 feet above sea level in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. Once home to Spanish settlers, Truchas has now become a remote artists’ enclave, the main street lined with homes turned galleries. On one side road sits an abandoned bus brought by the first hippy artists, which is slowly being reclaimed by the earth. It’s an amazing spot if you don’t mind driving half an hour for groceries!
Not that there are a lot of people living there anyway, but this particular time of year seemed exceptionally quiet. So I focused on shooting the textures and landscape of the area, which as you can see, is quite beautiful. It was really a great place to get away. I can see myself returning to this area as often as possible in the future.
SEVERAL MORE PHOTOS AFTER THE JUMP!
These are great, David. Wonderful sense of place and the shot of the horse is especially beautiful.
Fabulous photos! So glad the Zentz family had a great Christmas together.
I wonder when the last Hippie dies, the bus will disappear.
Marianne, did you buy any cowboy boots?
Love the photos…thanks for sharing.
David is an artist,what a beautiful place.
All Wows!!!!
Gene Autry and his horse Champion – imagine that ad still hanging around on a merchandise shelf. I can still hear his old singing voice.
I’m speechless.
Beautiful. Brings back the memories. I moved there in ’68 and farmed up on the llano above the village with a full, unobstructed view of the Truchas Peaks to the east and across the Rio Grande valley to ward Los Alamos in the west. We were the first Anglo family to live there as far as I know. Only an older artist and friend, Bill Tate, reclusive but adventurous was there before we arrived. We survived our 10 years and left before it became trendy.