Three Crosses

Three Crosses

Three crosses.  My cousin Pam and I visited Santa Fe and Taos about ten years ago.  We found Georgia O’Keefe’s compound and then strayed on a back road that at once became lonely and eerie, even in the daylight.  With nothing around it, no signs, no cars and not much of a road, we came to this obviously religious dwelling. We guessed it was the moradas of a Penitent group. . .and all the suffering they inflicted on themselves seemed to hang in the atmosphere.