You’re going to get tired of these, so I’ll just say it was another one of those days. Absolutely stunning weather (if windy), high energy, rising power. On the human side, free-form adaptation. Things sliding into place. I could use more of whatever this is. I don’t know how to capture it in a photograph. The atmosphere was, well, electric. Brilliant. Stirring.
This is New Mexico in the first crackle of the fall. We have a full load of wood. It’s perfectly dry five-hundred year-old piñon. Hit two hunks together and they ring. The sun heats the pile and you can smell the promise. My heart already burns. It’s all okay.
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)
Is that old adobe next door still unoccupied?
I feel I could do with some of the same, though joining the crowd swimming the Rio Grande at night is a little off putting…
Yes, I feel it. And…
It is all okay.
Always has been and always will be.