Kate Nelson

1 week ago | newmexicomagazine.org | Kate Nelson

What compelled you to write this book? There were so many points of entry for me to study the women of the Santa Fe Trail. I have lived along the Santa Fe Trail and have been the chief executive of museums in Santa Fe and St. Louis that hold important artifact, archival, and photographic collections relating to the history of the Santa Fe Trail. In my early professional life as an archaeologist, I excavated sites with ceramics that marked the change in goods the trail brought to New Mexico.

1 month ago | l8r.it | Kate Nelson

MOST JAZZ MUSICIANS PREFER A double bass with a sprightly pizzicato tone. But Charlie Haden chose a model made around 1843 in France by the renowned J.B. Vuillaume, one of only three known to exist. The late musician, composer, and bandleader’s instrument now sits on the sun-filled second floor of Robertson & Sons Violin Shop, which itself is situated amid the strip-mall clutter of Albuquerque’s Carlisle Boulevard.

1 month ago | newmexicomagazine.org | Kate Nelson

MOST JAZZ MUSICIANS PREFER A double bass with a sprightly pizzicato tone. But Charlie Haden chose a model made around 1843 in France by the renowned J.B. Vuillaume, one of only three known to exist. The late musician, composer, and bandleader’s instrument now sits on the sun-filled second floor of Robertson & Sons Violin Shop, which itself is situated amid the strip-mall clutter of Albuquerque’s Carlisle Boulevard.

Aug 21, 2024 | newmexicomagazine.org | Kate Nelson

IN THE FIRST BLUSH of dawn, the Lordsburg Playa conjures a mirage—a layer of dew rising from its fractured, elephant-skin crust, glistening with bright promise. Maybe the land has learned something, I think. But I’ll soon realize that there is no dew, only tiny particles of sand catching the light’s low slant. Months have passed since a drop of rain has fallen on this 60-mile-long dry lake bed in New Mexico’s far southwestern corner. The consequences of that scarcity seem insurmountable.

Aug 21, 2024 | l8r.it | Kate Nelson

IN THE FIRST BLUSH of dawn, the Lordsburg Playa conjures a mirage—a layer of dew rising from its fractured, elephant-skin crust, glistening with bright promise. Maybe the land has learned something, I think. But I’ll soon realize that there is no dew, only tiny particles of sand catching the light’s low slant. Months have passed since a drop of rain has fallen on this 60-mile-long dry lake bed in New Mexico’s far southwestern corner. The consequences of that scarcity seem insurmountable.