The pronghorns are here because you’re not. We sat parked by the side of the road for for about ten minutes, watching. Not another car came by. That’s the way it is in northeast New Mexico. Being close to wild animals like this is such a privilege. It’s more than the beasts, though. I told [...]
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The gig is spiritual. That’s the thing. It always was. I can sit here contemplating my next sentence, accidentally rest my joined hands on too much belly fat, freak out, and that would be legitimate enough. But it’s easy to use that same concern to bash myself, and then I’ll want more peanut butter or [...]
The struggle is over, a new world’s been born. For some reason, spring is more important in my life than I remember from the past. At any rate, what you’re looking at is a view from the acequia to a neighbor’s house and across the valley of the Rio Grande del Rancho toward Taos and [...]
I took the truck to Reyes yesterday morning. It took a while to get there. Two tries, in fact. The ’87 F-150 had become almost impossible to shift. That model has a hydraulic clutch; I hoped it just needed bleeding. Believe me, this was an insider trip. As far as I can tell, the guy’s [...]
Every evening they gather in the nearby cottonwood trees in large flocks before flying up to Miranda Canyon to roost for the night. I call this the “magpie train,” although it might more aptly be called a river of birds. I don’t know where they go, exactly, up in the canyon, or why. It has [...]