It didn’t look that small when I took the picture. (Photography is a mysterious business.) Anyway, the full moon is tomorrow. Maybe it’ll look bigger then! It was over 60 degrees today, by the way. Dudes with sleeveless T-shirts showing off tattoos, me driving around with my window down. I didn’t build a fire all [...]
Llano Quemado
Don’t see any of this from our end
Now, this is familiar. At least it used to be, until the neighbors moved away. Ever since, the poor old outlaw Taos septic tank can sort of work, and my presence hasn’t been required. You’re looking at the back of our house with the dead landlord’s apartment. His hat and coat are still hanging on [...]
Looking west from Llano Quemado (south side of Taos)
This happens to me all the time: no matter how much at home I feel at any given moment, no matter how often my heart sings with joy at being in the mountains, no matter many epiphanies or transcendental experiences I’ve had, whenever I hear of someone leaving Taos, my first reaction is almost always [...]
The wind is blowing left to right. If you listen, you can hear it roar.
Saturday was when it started. A beautiful day, just tough to stay outside. The wind was ferocious, up to 40 or 50 mph in the gusts, and there was plenty of dust. At one point I looked toward the kitchen and saw my big aluminum ladder leaning over at a crazy angle just outside the [...]
(Cropped so well it hurts)
They come in wondrous flocks with so much energy, making calls that sound like seagulls. Always flocks, never just the one. They must be very sociable. Sometimes I see them when I’m hiking on the mesa, hiding in the—where else?—piñons, or escaping from me in a yakking mob. We live close enough to open country [...]
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