it's monsoon season and i climbed up one of the site's old trash mounds and found some pretty remarkable pottery unearthed. i have never found any with red paint so that was exciting. even though i naughtily went off trail, i still left the pottery there for others to enjoy. that's the legal thing to do, eh.
i can't say enough about the colors here. it's like standing in a painting.
this is the road to our house. i am so thankful when i turn onto it. i always have to roll all the windows down at this point and let all that good air rush in. although i also try to concentrate on not running over all those adorable, jet-black stink bugs that so determinedly cross the road with their butts tugging behind them like cargo. why do they do it?! don't they communicate or observe patterns!? i will ask God someday...
this is my man. he got hot and cooled himself down. today he has the flu which he hasn't had forever, so we are praying for a miraculous deliverance from whatever has hit him. thanks to those who are fervently praying with me.

1Peter 3:12 For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous,
And His ears are open to their prayers...








meag and i also enjoyed taking photos of each other around santa fe. here i am behind a lifesize apple jolly rancher. some call it art but i say yummmmm.
we had a blast taking photos at pecos national monument just 20 minutes from our casa. it was the largest indian pueblo in all of new mexico at one time. it's one of my favorite places in all of new mexico. it's on a little hill in between the pecos river and glorieta creek with vistas of varicolored hills on one side and a looming canyon on the other. they set up their multistoried pueblo right in the middle. these people knew real estate. it was also a huge trading center. willa cather describes it well in her novel death comes for the archbishop which i am now reading and thoroughly enjoying. when n saw these photos he said i looked like a native american. sounds great. maybe i am entrenched in my roots here. after all, those traders who camped on the field were spanish and my people live just over the mountain and still do. who knows how it all got mixed up, but i still get called gringo.
look! it's another mysterious ethnic woman!








chip's dad is slick. i think he owns part of the mountain or something. if you look this cool you deserve a mountain.