When you lose yourself on the road — when you really sink into traveling from you head to your toes — you come out the other side knowing something more about yourself and life than when you went in. At the time you might not see it; you might only be able to marvel at the red earth, blue sky, impossible landscapes and breathtaking beauty around you. At the warm days that give way to cool evenings — when lighting strikes, and music begins to play in a backyard where tequila is raised in celebration. Later you retrace your steps through journal notes and photographs for clues on how to process what could otherwise feel overwhelming. In Santa Fe I could hold these lessons in my hands. They were things of substance and weight; the bonds between the family you’re given and the families you make and the way you reach after those sparks with both hands open, arms stretched wide. The heft of a silver necklace left on the pillow beside your sleeping head. The weight of two rings passed between many hands. Smoothed corners of strong adobe and pounded metal.
This trip was about being reminded that the world is vast and beautiful, and that home could be found anywhere. It’s about reclaiming a spirit of adventure; facing a little danger, getting uncomfortable, and coming out rejuvenated. It was not about reading any of the books I’d packed; nor about following the trail I’d mapped out; keeping on schedule; seeing everything there was to see; finding any souvenirs to bring home, or even staying wrinkle free. I left the maps in the dessert; my souvenirs are photographs and memories of borrowed jewelry.
I entered a wedding with no place to stay the following night and I left it with new family members. In the morning after we drank coffee in a courtyard filled with gorgeously vintage furniture and native plants, and we spoke for hours about homes. In the afternoon I wandered through the small, dreamy streets of Santa Fe — getting lost in almost-hidden side alleys and secret courtyards before lunching on tacos and margaritas on a patio overhead. I perused turquoise jewelry and spoke to their Navajo makers at the Palace of the Governors; browsed vintage pieces Lewallen & Lewallen Jewelry and the museum of fine art and history museum gift shops. At the end of the day we drove out of town to a hillside where a gorgeous soul greeted us and welcomed us home. We broke bread, make cocktails, and shared stories late into the night.
M and I have been photographing weddings of our friends for years, but this was the year we decided to make a business out of it, and so far I don’t know why we didn’t make this decision earlier. There’s nothing more inspiring than chasing after stories of love and capturing those moments. May began wedding season for us and it looks like it’s going to be a glorious year. If you’re interested in hiring the Thread and Bones team to document your special event, email us at email@example.com and take a look at our wedding website here. Our speciality is capturing the behind-the-scenes moments as well as the big ones — crafting together a time capsule of romance, relationship, and family.
I wish I had more images of Santa Fe to share with you, but I was too busy soaking in the sights to document most of them on this trip. I definitely plan on returning — New Mexico is rightly called the Land of Enchantment and Santa Fe has won me heart and soul. Have you experienced Santa Fe or New Mexico? Share your stories with me below. If you aren’t yet, keep up with me on bloglovin to hear about the latest posts, and follow me on instagram for daily adventures.
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