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. almost any other house), this vantage point will be lost, but perhaps I’ll find another. Maybe I’ll even take more day trips and find more strangeness to explore.
I have a friend who owns a mountain, though he’s never shown it to me. He’s talked of waiting for herds of elk to cross the road and hearing the heartbeat of a mouse inside a mossy log beating like a drum inside his brain. Looking at the photo above, I can imagine anything unfolding up there, far from everyday beliefs. That’s what pulls me to these places. The thrill of the unseen, the intimation of something so much more and terrible.