Returning to Taos is always a revelation. The picture above is still southeastern Colorado, but Lord in heaven: we’re going into that. And over, and beyond. When we used to live in the East and were coming back from those Iowa road trips to my wife’s family, we’d know we were getting close to the [...]
el Norte
Clouds sweeping over the rift valley
Nature is a portal. When I crave confirmation of my origin, all I have to do is take a hike. Amazingly, some humans are immune. Most of them, perhaps. But just look! You could probably put all the people in that landscape on a bus. I need bitch no more. When I was young, I [...]
The air my god the air
The photo cuts too close and overwhelms me. I had to shake and wipe some tears away. “This world’s on fire, John!” no lie. It’s not the place, it’s not the image. It’s certainly not “Taos.” Forget Taos. You know what I mean. »Buy This Photo!«
Yesterday, before the April snow
Something is going on. A panic has departed. My brain is working differently. There’s a qualitative difference. I don’t quite know how to tell you, but it’s like discovering this trust and now it’s got me. I think I caught it hiking on the mesa by the gorge. My father used to measure everything. There [...]
Have seen it like this maybe twice in fifteen years!
Essentially, the present town of Taos is a dark and murderous blight upon the beauty of el Norte. While there are beautiful old adobe buildings to be seen and hippie funk of most astonishing degree—some would say art—of that, there is no doubt. Our charlatans are pros. There’s nothing you can do but find your [...]
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