“Two walls of my room in the Abiquiú house are glass, and from one window, I see the road toward Espanola, Santa Fe, and the world. The road fascinates me with its ups and downs and, finally, its wide sweep as it speeds toward the wall of my hilltop to go past me. I had made two or three snaps of it with a camera. I turned the camera at a sharp angle so that one could get the whole road. I accidentally made the road seem to stand up in the air, but it amused me, and I began drawing and painting it as a new shape. The trees and mesa beside it were unimportant for that painting—it was just the road.”

–Georgia O’Keeffe at the Denver Museum.

 

See you in the morning.

 

The Golden Light

Falling In Love

Who’s The Pritiest Of Them All

Soft Light, Dawn

Absolute Last