As can be guessed from the dearth of postings, I've been busy lately. Turns out working full time is well, very time consuming. I had kind of forgotten about that, not having had a very firmly set schedule for the last six months or so. In the meantime, it's full-blown Spring in Santa Fe, one of the greenest I've seen here. We've gotten above average precipitation in the last few weeks, the reservoirs are full and overflowing (the first time I've heard of that happening!), making the Santa Fe River run again. By any most other standards it's more of a creek than a river, but still, it has water in it, which is noteworthy around here. Even some of the acequias (old irrigation ditches) in town are running.

I took advantage of the beautiful weather a few days ago and went on a delightful hike with some friends. We followed another "river" and came to a very impressive (for New Mexico) waterfall. It was probably 12-14 feet high and was running with some force. You could, with a little climbing, get down to some boulders behind the fall and watch the water as it came down. It was late afternoon by the time we got there, so the light was perfect, full on the water but not blinding. The water, needless to say, was freezing but bearable in small doses since the day was warm. One of the interesting points on the hike was passing through a small clearing. On one side of the trail was the water with water vegetation and a large area of rose bushes. On the other side of the trail was a field of prickly pear and scrubby desert vegetation. Ample opportunity for metaphor and symbolism there, any takers?