I loved my life as a parish minister.  I loved both preaching and being present with people whom I care about through some of their most joyful and most difficult moments; so my initial response to retirement was one of loss and grief.  Once my wife and I resettled in Santa Fe, however, we entered a different way of life.  Walking almost daily through mountain and llano, atop a mesa’s edge or beneath a canyon wall connects me to the living things that surround and to the earth itself.  The experience of knowing that one’s life is part of a greater life, of knowing that we are fully connected to juniper and stone, to ancestors and progeny, is the experience of the holy.  I can’t photograph the holy, but hope that these images will invite you to a similar experience of presence, of seeing the big picture, of belonging. The diverse, largely uninhabited landscape of northern New Mexico opens my soul, but prairie and shoreline, rural town and Central Park can work just as well.