Freaking Llano, freaking Taos. Hernia scar won’t shut up, either. Don’t poke me like that in the night, don’t make me scared to breathe. Dead mother’s taxes, freezing ass cold. Bloody hell and gone, been there, done that. Sick of bad habits and struggling, too. Stuck like this bastard with all of his junk. Why [...]
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And so you see, it all depends
Put me in a house out here, it’s go to hell, you friggin’ butterflies, I’m watching eagles here! And that’s not all, oh no. The Rio Grande Gorge is in the distance, but the canyon of the Rio Pueblo lies just out of sight below. Could be bears and mountain lions prowling by to look [...]
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!«
Telephoto shot from darkest Llano Quemado
You’re looking at the lower slopes of Taos Mountain, sacred to the people of Taos Pueblo. Sometimes a photo is all you need, and I can just shut up. »Buy This Photo!«
Sacred to Taos Pueblo and forever condo-free
Taos Mountain, that is. Except you can’t. Go there, I mean, much less beat on a tamborine and scare the elk. But I can extend my vision across the valley with a telephoto shot and zoom in on the end result. This always blows my mind once I download the image onto the iMac and [...]
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