Preview frame above from the Rio Grande Gorge near Taos
Found the link on Twitter and just thought I’d post this. New Mexico stole my heart a long time ago, you know. It’s so different here. More kind, somehow, without so many people. Beautiful and dangerous! So goddamn old, mysterious, and crazy empty. You get used to driving down the highway all alone. It’s such a privilege and a joy.
John Hamilton Farr lives at 7,000 feet in Ranchos de Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore tells it, John is “a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” This JHFARR.COM site is the master writing archive. To email John, please see CONTACT INFO on .png)
Whoaaaa. Nice. Thank you. Some scary shots, but really beautful.
That’s the thing, isn’t it? For all my bitching—which has really been all about John—this is where the thrill is.
And the words! Beautiful.
Have yet to read one of McCarthy’s books. This is not to my credit.
Thanks, John. Have not been back there since 2007 when my son got married in Taos (his wife is from Santa Fe). I relate very much to your love of NM. I lived there for only 8 years (1995-2003) and hope to celebrate my retirement at Las Fiestas in Santa Fe in 2017. Both sons now live in Seattle so that is probably where I will end up. At least my daughter-in-law’s father has offered us some land between Santa Fe and Las Vegas in case we ever want to pitch a tent (or park an RV) there. Best wishes from Milwaukee!
Hi Mary, and thanks for the best wishes! Seattle, eh? If I weren’t here, I’d probably head up that way for a look, but farther west for more sun. Port Townsend, maybe. Or up in the San Juans if I win the lotto. I spent a summer working in the back country of Olympic National Park once upon a time. There’s some pretty dramatic country up there, yet it’s as different from here as anything could be.
Aaahhhh ….. Absolutely love your words ….
The terra & fauna is calling me
When we leave here to visit my wife’s sister and her husband in Iowa, we go north from Taos to San Luis, CO and Ft. Garland, then over La Veta Pass to Walsenburg and beyond. I should have to pay to drive that road. Most people never get to see the glory of these open spaces. The whole way, it’s so scary and dramatic.
By the end of a typical first day, however, we’re on I-80 in Nebraska. And now imagine what it feels like coming home.
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