In the fall of ’71, it was just me and the woods. One hundred and seventy acres of them, spread across the western slope of a long forested mountain riven with streams and waterfalls. “Yellowhammer Farm,” we called it, back when there was a we. Several of us had gone in together to buy 170 [...]
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Windy today, a fine haze from blowing dust, 50 °F
Follow the mountains that-a-way and eventually you’ll come to Denver, I suppose. That’s another reason why living out here is like being on the ocean. With cities so far apart, they feel like islands; a road trip is a voyage. Just look at the way the earth rolls and swells in this shot—not too long [...]
Sometimes it’s right in front of your face
Things are looking up around here. All that snow is gone now, and the mud is almost firm enough to walk on with your good shoes. (Do people still have those?) It’s been a long, strange year since the old lady died. I passed out what was left of her money, and time went marching [...]
Let me know when you see the head
Once again, the lower slopes of sacred Taos Mountain. That’s all Pueblo land, and I can never go there. You need to sit and gaze at this for several minutes. This isn’t just a pretty doodad, it can cut you. »Buy This Photo!«
The other day I realized with a thud how few years I supposedly have left, actuarially and biologically speaking. At least there was a “thud” at first, but then I felt a big weight fall away. It may have been the past. In terms of my personal tale and moving to New Mexico in ’99, [...]
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