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 [...]
winter
Sometimes I forget we have a river nearby. The Rio Grande del Rancho runs through the valley below. There are pastures you can’t see here that flood from irrigation and attract wild ducks. Although to tell the truth, I haven’t seen that recently, since it’s gotten drier and drier. When I first moved in here, [...]
I will never tire of these. I just can’t get over how the telephoto lens can reach out across the valley and put me into a place like this, the west side of the the summit of Taos Mountain. Whenever we leave our old rented adobe for the Land of Closets & Less Mud (i.e. [...]
The tourists probably don’t notice, but I was just in town the other day, and I did: a few more empty storefronts, missing galleries, easy parking in the downtown lot… The building in the background is also vacant—it used to be a gallery—and there are two more former galleries for rent beside it where you [...]
We just got a couple inches of new snow. Wet stuff this time. With the temperature just above freezing and all, a lot of it soaked right into the ground—you should have seen the unmaintained dirt road—but it’s 16 °F tonight, and all the world is frozen now. Winter could just as well be gone [...]