The only place I seem to go these days is Taos Valley Overlook. I can’t help it. Just look at this: I can be here in 10 minutes from where we live. There’s nobody else around. I can do whatever I want. Wipe my ass. Pee in the sage. Walk off and die. And check [...]
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See that big dust devil crossing the valley in front of Lobo Peak? I saw a couple three times bigger than that the other day, more like giant tan tornadoes. (D.H. Lawrence lived for a time in a tiny cabin on a ranch partway up that same mountain, by the way. If you know where [...]
There’s just no stopping those cloud shadows. The other day at Taos Valley Overlook, I watched them march across the valley and plunge 800 feet into the Rio Grande Gorge. You’d think they were goners, but no. After a minute or two, they’d scramble up the other side and keep on moving. Hell, if I [...]
“You need a major book project,” she growled, staring past me over the top of her wine glass. (Black humor becomes her so.) This was true. It would certainly keep me off the streets, if I ever went into them. I tell myself I don’t know what to write about. People yell at me and [...]
How could I? You can hardly force your way outside, because it’s spring. That means a steady 25 mph wind at noon with gusts to 45. It’s also 34 °F and “feels like 23.” And 10 °F tonight! No kidding. I just looked outside at the woodpile and saw that my tarp was setting sail [...]