Gadiel asked me back to Santa Fe Honey Salón, to shoot more honey, wax, and the shop. As always, it’s a joy to hang out there. Now ristras adorn the walkways, the fall sun breaks through still-green leaves, and the air carries a crispness, even in its warmth.
I’m sure in all the rest of Santa Fe, you could find this feeling somewhere else. But I’m also sure it has as much to do with Gadiel’s smile, as sweet as any jar in his shop.