The gig is spiritual. That’s the thing. It always was. I can sit here contemplating my next sentence, accidentally rest my joined hands on too much belly fat, freak out, and that would be legitimate enough. But it’s easy to use that same concern to bash myself, and then I’ll want more peanut butter or [...]
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More snow on the mountain now means more water in the summer streams »Buy This Photo!«
We don’t mess around here in northern New Mexico. If this timezone wasn’t already called “Mountain Time,” we’d have to change it. I took this telephoto shot of Taos Mountain, officially known as Pueblo Peak (which no one calls it), around 7:30 a.m. MDT from just a few steps outside the front door. The elevation [...]
Painting is entitled “Interlude at Possum Cove.” Yours truly is the man. »Buy This Photo!«
No more running. I’ve already hemmed and hawed and sniffed and pawed and dreamed and schemed and tried to cheat my way to heaven for more years than most of you reading this have been alive. The last fifteen years in Taos have blown the half-way measures all to hell, but that’s probably what they [...]
Strong little fella, ain’t he »Buy This Photo!«
They came hurtling down around a blind curve in the singletrack trail, two mountain bikers bent on mayhem. With no time for me to step gracefully out of the way, I leaped into the sagebrush in a single bound, badly scratching my leg. “You’re all right,” the lead idiot yelled as he shot past. Whatever [...]
Could almost rob a bank like this & folks would say it wasn’t me »Buy This Photo!«
Some who care about me may squirm, but something happened yesterday. As I walked out to the car to go help my wife transfer boxes from her old studio, I looked at my reflection in the tinted rear hatch window: knit cap pulled down over my head, ancient sweater my late sister sent me from [...]
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