Iconic, isn’t it? To me, this says it all. When we moved from our comfortable old farmhouse on the Eastern Shore of Maryland to the mountain village of San Cristobal north of Taos in 1999, the shock was overwhelming. No, we hadn’t been there before—just to Taos, and only very briefly—nor had we actually investigated [...]
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Tight shot from same day as before, 7:00 a.m.
This used to be a barren hillside. Around 1961 or ’62—think proto-hippie, hard-core, early lefty-artsy-sure-I’ll-try-some days when you could almost buy an old adobe with the money on your hip—a tiny enclave did arise. At one time or another, neighborhood residents included a well-known photographer, Krishnamurti’s ex-girfriend, a couple of jazz musicians, Jerry Garcia’s ex-girlfriend, [...]
A fine murky holiday season to you all!
Well, I tried to finish, I really did. For two days after taking this picture of the full moon on Wednesday night, I worked on a blog post on the general theme of Thanksgiving (dinners, get-togethers, etc.), believe it or not. The truth is, however, that well before I got out of high school, my [...]
Abandoned (?) neighbors’ house beyond
My God, it’s like I never saw this path before! How long have I lived here, a dozen years? And my wife for ten? But it’s never resonated as a symbol until now. Remembering the track my grandmother scuffed across the carpet in her thick old lady shoes, walking from the bathroom to her chair, [...]
Taos Mountain in early morning light, 5-15-2015 »Buy This Photo!«
It feels like a turning point of some kind. After all, snow on the mountain is spring with a bullwhip! (That’s the only good line you’re getting out of me tonight, it’s just too late.) Also, I told the truth all neat and clean for once. Not only did I not get killed, but true [...]
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