The Santa Fe Wine Festival poster for July 2010
"Blessings from the Vine," S. J. Shaffer, Santa Fe Wine Festival Poster 2010
William Rotsaert: Artist that Painted Santa Fe Wine Festival Poster for 2009
The Santa Fe Wine Festival is July 3-4, 2010, 12 noon to 6 p.m. at El Rancho de las Golondrinas, outside of Santa Fe. See directions on the two website links below.
Last year, Brenda and I attended the Santa Fe Wine Festival in July 2009. I’m not for sure if we can attend this year, but we would like to engage the fun and festivities if we could. In any case, here are some photos from last year’s wine festival to ramp up the mood for wine and food.
El Rancho de las Golondrinas is the location of the wine festival, a living history museum of Spanish colonial New Mexico, translated as, “The ranch of the swallows.”
The website for the Santa Fe Wine Festival is Santa Fe Wine Festival.
Brochure of 2009 Santa Fe Wine Festival. This brochure details the wineries in New Mexico and the associated vendors at the festival. Quite colorful brochure with more information about William Rotsaert.
Brenda Matthews with Our Wine and Glasses 2009
Wine Festival Thoroughfare 2009
Shade and Wine at the Festival 2009
El Rancho de Las Golondrinas Adobe Buildings
Santa Fe Wine Festival 2009 with Clouds
My Kindred at Las Golondrinas July 2009
I write to put down thoughts, images.
I put it down to not lose it, but to save a fragment.
The fragment demands narration, almost imperious.
And, then there is you to hear it yes hear it.
A holy trinity of me, you and the imperious fragment.
Brenda Matthews at Santa Fe Wine Festival July 2009
When you want contentment in your life, you need a companion. Pictured above is Brenda Matthews, seated with a glass of New Mexican white wine beneath a shade tree at El Rancho de Las Golondrinas. Jack Matthews, a.k.a. El Guapo, accompanied Brenda to the Santa Fe Wine Festival. They partook and were content as companions.
Brenda liked the herd of cattle we managed on our place in Texas. I mean, she liked working the cattle so much that she insisted on going with me to feed, and, on occasion, I had to stop her from going and feeding by herself. For some odd reason, she loved the Angus, the baldies, and would pitch in there and feed and manage them in the chute. I never thought that would happen with Brenda. But it did.
Number 27, for whom this blogsite is named, was part of that herd.
So, when you look at the photograph above and see a skirted female drinking white wine under the shade tree at Las Golondrinas, please do not assume there sits a shrinking violet, a faint heart, but there rests an American woman who is capable of managing cattle on her own. Number 27 always liked to come to her cattle call. Companions aren’t always hominid.