Six below zero this morning. If you left it outside, it’s dead or broken. More snow yesterday, powder this time, so you can sweep it with a broom. The dirt road is never plowed because I won’t make a “political contribution.” It’s been this way for over ten years. Meanwhile the main thoroughfare in Taos [...]
Taos
Not a real license number
She walked up the driveway in the single-digit pre-dawn dark to scrape the windshield like she always does, all this before driving off to exercise at 6:30 a.m. I don’t know how she does either, frankly. On this particular morning, all the doors were frozen shut—a higher order of problem, since the ice scraper was [...]
Taos Plaza the other night without a soul around
Even more editing, especially at the end. – JHF Other than the truck, I don’t remember many details of the murder up in Questa sometime after we arrived in ’99. Not the sort of thing to savor, obviously. It happened just outside a bar. The perpetrator used his wheels to crush the victim, back and [...]
The time of year to keep a shovel by the door
Haven’t been too good at breaking curses lately. Drag me into beauty, fighting all the way. This is after driving to the Plaza to see the crazy Christmas lights. There was no one there a little after dark, and it was startling. I’ll have a picture for you later. It’s always strange to walk around [...]
Telephoto image from across the road
Winter is fast upon us, thought Juan del Llano. The distant mesa was still bare and ugly with houses that looked like they’d geysered up from hell and fallen back to earth, but soon brown roads of mud would criss-cross snowy whiteness littered with for sale signs and the world would be as one. (His [...]
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