Technically speaking, not much of a photo—zoomed too much, tons of noise—but as impressionistic Saturday afternoon bird shots go, I like it. This is what wet mountains feel like. And for all my bitching about what’s after all a normal life in these parts, I’d rather look out on something like this than any sort [...]
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Always sunny in New Mexico
This was the view from the road above the house around 7:00 p.m. today. If we ever move—which we really have to do because we need more space to live like grownups—I may not be able to just step out the front door, walk 100 yards, and take a shot like this. Then again, I [...]
Yo, (extinct) volcano, yo. It’s peaceful. Toilet is below.
As I was settling in to write, perhaps about that extinct volcano and the Snowy Plains of Ishtar, I remembered I’d promised to call Gilbert the Plumber. Our landlady had given the go-ahead for him to replace the antiquated toilet with a new one, and we needed it—she actually said yes months ago, but we [...]
Comin’ through!
There’s the second one (in front)! I’m still reeling from the experience I had Monday, when I was able to sit down and be a part of this scene. There’s so much that’s right about this, I hardly know where to start. First, that it happened at all. Second, that it happened to me: a [...]
How old is the feeling, how old?
At the turnaround point of a walk in the terrible high desert, with the sun in my face and the air blowing cool in a great soaring sky, I lifted my water bottle to take a drink. It had already been an astonishing day. My eyes made a casual sweep of the small valley beyond [...]
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