The silly thing is, I can’t tell anyone yet. But it’s slowly emerging. The image came together in front of me one night back in July. The buffalo skull portion started as a digital tracing of a photo on a card my wife’s mother sent us before we moved out here from Maryland. The “goddamn buffalo” thing I already had. It just came to me once. I even registered the domain, which points right here for now. So. I think I know what it is, I just don’t know how it is. But it’s alive!
In related news, I have at least two new ebooks in the pipeline. If I were any kind of man at all, I’d finish my rock and roll science fiction novel, too. But maybe I am not a man. Maybe I am Buffalo. Maybe it’s time to make some thunder on the plain.
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)
but where are the “goddamn lights” for the “goddamn buffalo”?
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