This is my home away from home at Ghost Ranch, where I am hosting our 2017 art retreat.
This sweet little cottage is where Georgia O'Keefe used to stay the first few summers she spent here, before she bought a home on the property.
It's pretty awe-inspiring to stop for a few moments here and there, and consider Georgia's presence and her experience all those years ago.
She didn't have the internet to occupy her brain cells, for starters. I'm doubtful that there was a television in the wilds of New Mexico in 1934.
There weren't many people on the ranch then, and Georgia was a bit of a loner anyway.
So I'm imagining her world as one of crystal sharp clarity, where the colors of red that emanate from the rocky cliffs weren't dulled by how many likes she got on Facebook that day.
Or the sound of ravens circling and cawing wasn't drowned out by a Netflix binge.
I'm guessing she spent many an hour sitting inside and outside this adobe home, ruminating on life with all its complications and complexities, 1930s style.
Georgia's world had its own wounds and struggles which have been recorded for posterity.
And yet, I can't help but feel a slight (and undoubtedly romanticized) envy of her stripped down life, sitting in wonder of the natural beauty of Ghost Ranch that so inspired her art and her luminous career.