This is another view from Sunday. That’s Taos Mountain, of course, or Pueblo Peak, which almost no one calls it. Sometimes you see a ring of clouds like that around the mountains in the bitter cold that can develop after a heavy snow. The daytime high stays under freezing. More solar radiation bounces off than gets absorbed. Everything freezes harder overnight. Repeat, repeat. Oh the awful beauty of it while you die. That’s the situation here now. The bottom layers of snow have turned to ice. There’s no way I can shovel it all. Don’t think that I’m complaining. God wants Juan to understand.