Warm Refuge            





This year we moved into a beautiul adobe home in an old part of Albuquerque, not far from the Rio Grande. The walled patio contains a pair of huge old cottonwood trees, like guardian spirits of the house.

In early January a snowfall draped the walls, tree trunks and ground with a soft blanket of snow. The damp adobe walls glow against the blue and gray of trees and sky.