Turkey vultures circle high overhead, but they’re not here for me. Maybe something in the neighborhood. There’s no telling what folks get into in these parts, especially since no one in the immediate vicinity has ever told me the whole truth about anything. (Dark underbelly of the code of the West.) Illegal loose dogs, illegal [...]
Llano Quemado
Miranda Canyon idiots run the stop sign on that hill at 50 mph every day.
We’d just finished our Labor Day picnic dinner of ham sandwiches in the living room. The front door was open and the air was getting cool. I decided to change my clothes, since I was still wearing the same shorts and aloha shirt I’d put on to do a quick mile and a half walk [...]
Kit Carson National Forest just across the road
This is what it’s all about, New Mexico, my God! The space, the sky, the air! On fire, too, just like they planned it. A lightning strike up in McGaffey Canyon lit up some Ponderosa pines, and the Forest Service decided to let seven hundred acres burn to open up some space. This is actually [...]
Gold ore (!), fan, spotlights, jar of pennies, WD-40
For behold! From deep inside the dried mud cave with windows—look how thick the wall is in the doorway—a brief report on July at seven thousand feet. The cat, you see, has been outside, where it’s a little over ninety. Not inside these old adobe walls, however, and that is where she rests. The cracks [...]
Well, I said we did, didn’t I? Just thought some of you might like to see a little bit of “old Taos.” Much of Llano Quemado—the southern-most neighborhood in Ranchos de Taos—qualifies. The last half of the video shows the narrow street beside a church. It feels like old Mexico every time we drive by.
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