How did the custom of waiting until 5:00 p.m. before having a drink of alcohol ever get started? Crazy, isn’t it? I’ve been waging guerilla war against the practice for decades, rarely with much success, so I’m happy to report that I shot the above scene yesterday at approximately 23 minutes before the hour, with [...]
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Last Saturday afternoon at the Taos Pueblo Pow-wow »Buy This Photo!«
Can’t blame it on the Indians. I’d be happy to, but chthonic spirits did this to me. Drop your guard too many times in fifteen years and look what happens! Remember when a golden eagle snatched a tusa from the field next door in San Cristobal and ate it in the road? (Victory! Great Joy! [...]
Callie the Wonder Cat and a skull I found up in a tree »Buy This Photo!«
These things happen. Despite all posting safeguards, sometimes one gets through. There is an antidote, however. Feel the Taos moment in the photo up above. It’s cool and humid (!) at 7,000 feet. The wind is blowing. Callie the Wonder Cat has her ears back and we don’t know why. »Buy This Photo!«
Home on the range »Buy This Photo!«
The amazing thing about summer in the terrible high desert is that when it finally gets here, it isn’t summer any more. That is, nothing like emigrant flatlanders remember. I’m not complaining, though! Here it is July, but that down comforter stays right on the bed. In a few weeks, I’ll be closing windows, too. [...]
Seven thousand feet, by God »Buy This Photo!«
Before I’d even passed the Iowa state trooper on the shoulder, I could see his wheels begin to roll. We’d barely started out from Osceola early under a wet gray sky and I was doomed. The road was wide, smooth, and empty. Apparently I’d flown over the crest of a hill at seventy miles per [...]
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