Ghost Ranch and the Wonder Wheel

Just back from New Mexico for site visits. Took this photo from out the tiny window of the tiny plane that flew into the tiny airport in Santa Fe. I had a productive time meeting with a few artist’s spaces out there, and enjoyed the rough-around-the-edges “luxury” resort I was staying in.

Some highlights from the trip:
Being visited by an earthworm after midnight. Making his way to burrow into my dreams no doubt, I escorted this literal nightcrawler out of my hotel room and onto the rubber doormat using an exhibition catalog someone gave me.

Catching my grandfather’s name in a book about Georgie O’Keefe at the O’Keefe museum and seeing her paintings all together in the landscape in which it was made.

Seeing a truly weird Judy Chicago exhibition. Cats. Not sure about those cats, Judy.

Learning that Santa Fe is basically a retirement community – and no customer service is good enough.

Having a cocktail that was mostly smoke. And it was delicious.

I got back and was reunited with K & V and K’s parents and spent the entire next day at Coney Island. I will tell you the Wonder Wheel should be called the Scream Machine, because it’s way less wonder than it is terrifying. But it was the best trip I’ve ever had to Coney Island, which I usually find depressing and strange and this time it was kind of happy and strange and totally enjoyable.

And I know some people complain, but this is the best summer temperature wise that I’ve ever experienced in New York. Keep this going and maybe we’ll stay!