Because of spending so many weekends downtown with the Santa Fe Society of Artists, lately I haven’t spent as much time wandering in the woods as I would like. The other morning I looked up towards the Sangre De Christo mountains and saw that they were covered in clouds, so I packed up and headed up there to take photographs. On the way, it of course cleared up, but I was committed by then. Despite the lack of fog, I was immediately struck with the beauty of the place, and was reminded of the – for me – healing power of being in a forest.

After being up there for a while, a light wind – it was very very quiet – started blowing in, and the clouds filled the forest up with fog again. It felt like a very special present. A mitzvah, as they say.