Rediscovered footage here! This is a short panoramic sweep of the horizon from an overlook on Kitt Peak, Arizona on April 11, 2012. I scattered some of my mother’s ashes there a few days after she died. R.I.P., Helen V. Farr. It’s the same spot where my siblings and I tossed handfuls of our father’s ashes after he died. In that famous incident, an updraft blew Dad all over our clothes. It was just me this time, with my wife watching from the car (due to the cold wind at that altitude), but I got the job done.
What’s left is supposed to go into the ground next to where I buried the remainder of the old man’s ashes in ye olde Chestertown cemetery back in Maryland. I wonder when that will happen. Ashes, ashes, ashes…
John Hamilton Farr lives in Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore tells it, John is “a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” See .png)