THE SHOES CAME FIRST, before the Colorado thing. They’d been staring at me for over a year. There were piles of Kathy clothing in the bedroom I’d been sorting to help her manage after the 21-day stroke “rehab” that flew right past her. My baby never had a chance. After she died the piles turned [...]
Mountains
Forty-five minutes from town
June 2, 2019. This road is steeper than it looks. In wet times it turns into chocolate slop and dries to polished stone. The ruts are deep enough you keep away. Can’t send her out on a road like this, she’d have to learn to drive my truck. On the other hand there might be [...]
Photobombed by dragonfly
We drove up north of Questa on Sunday to see a house about 45 minutes from Taos. It’s on a crazy bad road like everything else and really not for us but oh so inexpensive. Plucked the strings of my cheap little heart it did. When we got home I mentioned it was modular and [...]
Taos out of sight down in the valley past the last green ridge
On Sunday I drove us up here in the Dodge Dakota. The 4.7 L V-8’s dual exhausts throbbed and rumbled all the way through Talpa, along the Rio Grande del Rancho, and up into the mountains on sweeping, empty curves past patches of snow and fallen rocks. Every damn stump looked like a bear. The [...]
Taos Mountain, 12,310 feet. A 200mm telephoto shot from close by on the Llano ridge.
This is another view from Sunday. That’s Taos Mountain, of course, or Pueblo Peak, which almost no one calls it. Sometimes you see a ring of clouds like that around the mountains in the bitter cold that can develop after a heavy snow. The daytime high stays under freezing. More solar radiation bounces off than [...]
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