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.
Clean and Cold
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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 BUFFALO LIGHTS, TAOS SOUL, ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE, and THE HELEN CHRONICLES. He has been publishing online since 1996 (Zoo Zone, Farr Site, MacFaust, GRACK!, FarrFeed). This JHFARR.COM site is the master online writing archive. Links to all current sites including NFT collections at linktree. To email John, please see CONTACT INFO on About page.
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Have firewood for one more day. Waiting for wood guy to gin up gumption to work in the snow. Gas wall heater cranking 24/7. I know I stand (rightfully) accused of saying the same things over & over again, but this is it: no more. We move this year.