Morphy Lake is a little gem of a lake about 10 miles from our cabin in New Mexico, at the eastern edge of the Pecos Wilderness, at 8,000 feet. A lovely place for a picnic and for a dog to splash in the water. Canoeing (bring your own) and fishing, too, if you're into that--it's stocked with rainbow trout. Surrounded by lovely mountains and forest, with the bluest of blue New Mexico skies reflecting in the lake.
Last week, we drove to Santa Fe, Ghost Ranch, Abiquiu, and Taos--background research for my O'Keeffe project. I'm working my way through a half-dozen biographies and books about her art and her life. Of American artists, she is certainly the most remarkable, and the most marketed. I say that with a great deal of admiration, although I also suspect that she had to sacrifice some elements of self and personhood in order to achieve the persona.
Someone asked about my Gertrude Bell project. I've set it aside for now because it is too large and complicated--given her political and historical context--for a single biographical novel. I have another idea, but it will take some time to develop. File under "thinking about this."
In the meantime, I'm working on another (#7) Dahlias mystery, expecting to have it ready for you early next year.
This week, we will be driving north to spend some time with our Colorado family at Woodland Park and Colorado Springs. And we have a brand new great-grandson to celebrate, in our Nevada family. His name is Jett--such a lovely baby.
Reading note. I think it's so foolish for people to want to be happy. Happy is so momentary--you're happy for an instant and then you start thinking again. Interest is the most important thing in life; happiness is temporary, but interest is continuous.--Georgia O'Keeffe