Life is already too short to waste on speed. I have a friend who’s always in a hurry; he never gets anywhere. Walking makes the world much bigger and thus more interesting. You have time to observe the details. — Edward Abbey
After twenty-five years of driving in Santa Fe, New Mexico, I slowed down to two or three miles per hour—exploring the sidewalks, alleys, and trails on foot. I began walking for exercise, but as the world became bigger, “observing the details” added another layer of enjoyment. I found many fine pieces of a town I thought I already knew.
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Santa Fe is over four hundred years old, but the local style was to build from mud, so not much has survived the centuries. Here are 500 photos, mostly taken within a mile or two of the Plaza, in several neighborhoods dating from the late nineteenth century into the middle of the twentieth. Later, as the town grew, the lots got bigger; the walled-in front yards that make it all so quaint became less common.

Is there more? Yes, quite a bit. I gathered these images quickly during morning walks, and I rarely spent more than half a minute at one spot before moving on. I skipped many wonderful examples because the sun was on the wrong side of the street, or some resident had the nerve to park in front of their own house. As for the locations, I could not tell you precisely where most of these photos were taken; it’s a blur spanning seven or eight weeks of gathering, and I like it that way.