An old familiar view, freshly photographed. “Old Taos” means mice, spiders, leaks, and dust. No closets. Bad septic. Impossible to clean. On the other hand, not normal.
snow
God gave me this photograph. I never planned the thing that makes it special, which I’m not going to say, so I guess whatever I do mention, ain’t it. The white band in the middle, for instance, is actually a ground-hugging cloud of snow moving in from the west in a very strong wind. As [...]
The sun here in the winter is a saving grace. It melts the snow, dries the mud, and feels damn good against the skin at seven thousand feet, even as you’ve been living on the edge so long, it’s flat, and the air is cold enough to kill you. The temperature dropped to 7 degrees [...]
The frigging hummingbirds were going to freeze to death and I would have to watch. I hate it when that happens. For whatever reason, migrating hummingbirds were passing through the mountains awfully late, and the feeders I’d left up were getting traffic almost day throughout October. Now the things were all but empty and the [...]
Not ready for this, neither physically or emotionally. But it’s a-comin’, boys.