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It was like a scene from a bygone era, as if I had just stepped out of a time portal to the past. I had taken the two-hour drive north to Ghost Ranch for a story on artist Georgia O'Keeffe's legacy in New Mexico. When I got off the tour bus that takes visitors around the terra that O'Keeffe stomped, I spotted a group of kids heading into an alfalfa field with a wooden bat, leather baseballs and mitts.

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It was like a scene from a bygone era, as if I had just stepped out of a time portal to the past.

I had taken the two-hour drive north to Ghost Ranch for a story on artist Georgia O'Keeffe's legacy in New Mexico.

When I got off the tour bus that takes visitors around the terra that O'Keeffe stomped, I spotted a group of kids heading into an alfalfa field with a wooden bat, leather baseballs and mitts.

To me it was a wonder if only because we live in a different era. In rural northern New Mexico, for a short time none of these kids were text messaging, playing video games or listening to MP3 players.

They were playing a beautiful game in the beautiful environment that O'Keeffe loved so much.

It is widely accepted as fact that O'Keeffe didn't care for human contact, much less kids. Her anti-social tendency are not only acknowledged but seem to be celebrated.

I wonder what O'Keeffe would have thought seeing these kids playing in the open field below the red cliffs made famous by her paintings?