Despite the vibrant visual-art scene in town, the local art world is not limited to galleries and museums, paintings and sculptures.

A month ago, tour guide Tom Gallegos noticed that one of his favorite stops—a place to visit for its history, a cup of coffee and a chat with museum keeper Evelyn Roybal—was closed.

It’s a shame to hide from the fresh mountain air, sweet scent of lilacs and green oases of mountain aspens and river-lining cottonwoods.

“We saw something. We’re not sure it was it, but it was definitely something,” local comet enthusiast Will Harris says of Pan-STARRS, a comet that is, throughout March, flying within sight of the northern hemisphere.

A&C Editor Enrique Limón and I began our daily lunch-outing ritual a couple weeks ago.

There is a little farm in the traditional historic village of Agua Fria. The farm, which lies along the Santa Fe River, is home to apple and pear orchards, and fields of fruits, vegetables and flowers.

Dale Ball sits comfortably in the corner of his living room couch on the 14th story of an Albuquerque high-rise.

Wintertime in Santa Fe is fickle these days.

On a recent jaunt through the Kama Sutra, I stumbled on a passage titled “Twining of a Creeper.” I fell in love with the name immediately. It brought my sister to mind.

When it’s time to eat, and I crave a croissant, a cinnamon twist or a cookie, Cerrillos Road is not the first place I think to go. However, now that I’ve tried the treats at Panadería Zaragoza, I’m determined to make the trek more often.