Category Archives: Break It Down

Golden Fields

Break it Down: Golden Fields

Tall grass turns brown on golden hills, beneath cloudless autumn skies, the green of pine trees, and sunlight frosting it all. Color palettes of rust, wheat, emerald, and pale blue.  Photo taken on a pretty autumn walk at the Santa Fe Ski basin, before the snows started to come for winter.

-Kristin

Break it Down: Aspen Viewing in Santa Fe

For one or two wondrous October weekends every year, we glimpse a waving honey-colored ocean from the high desert peaks of Santa Fe. This drive up the ski basin, and the journey’s vistas, are a fall classic.  Break it down with clear blue skies, gold and copper leaves, pinkly peeling bark and sandy soil, and the jade needles of the forest’s pines.

october-leaves

Come, said the wind to
the leaves one day.
Come, o’er the meadows
and we shall play.
Put on your dresses,
scarlet and gold,
For summer is gone
and the days grow cold.
-Children’s Song/1880s

Did you know that the Fall Scenic Chairlift runs for aspen viewing in Santa Fe?  First and second weekends of October (dogs not allowed on ski lift FYI*).

-Kristin

*My dog is attached to the convertible with a doggie seatbelt in the above photo; never fear.

 

Break it Down : Summer Gate

Sunshine late into the day and greens growing rampantly could mean only one thing: summer is here! This awesome pine font makes me think of vintage camp t-shirtsI’ve been dying to use it, but alas there is a limited client pool for throwback summer camp uniforms. Break it down with warm greens, an accent pool blue, and of course the best summer font ever. 
Jackie

Break It Down: Pink Spring Iris

The last pink spring irises in front of the office are enjoying some sun before summer comes.  Break it down with these beauties in coral reds and oranges, sweet blush, grassy green, and royal plum, with a spring-shiny font and a flourish.

And a poem about those same colors, iris-inspired pinks and purples:

This is just to say / I have eaten / the plums / that were in / the icebox / and which / you were probably / saving / for breakfast / Forgive me / they were delicious / so sweet / and so cold

-William Carlos Williams (1934)

Photo by Kristin Carlson