Santa Fe, Where I Have Never Been

I was fond of reading even when I was very young, in fact I was more fond of it then. The magic of a book is that you can use your imagination to create a world using the written guidelines you are reading (and I think this is the basis of adapting a book to film, to bring this imagination out of your head and try to realise it on screen). I remember one of my early readings was Karl May's Winnetou written in the late 19th century. As Karl May himself, I have never been to any of the locations he is talking about, so I had to rely completely on my imagination. If my memory serves me right, Winnetou got the premonition of death from the church bells of Santa Fe. And it was in that novel that I first read the name of that place, Santa Fe. It sounded sort of intriguing, probably due to the fact that the second word is so short. I kept asking myself what it could possibly mean? I knew, or at least suspected Santa, but Fe? It sounded too short for a name. It occupied me. Then the place itself started to appear, a deserted place for some reason... and slowly some sort of image started to build up in me. Then years passed, and now, from a friend out there, I receive an email, sending me pictures of Santa Fe, the very Santa Fe of my imagination... don't ask me if it is as I imagined it... it is, as far as an innate imagination can resemble the real world. I am posting now some of these images here. If my imagination did the sketches, these photos are the paintings based on them... Well, still plenty of room for imagination, as I have still never been there...