That has to be one of the happiest willows in the world. Its roots never lack for water when the acequia flows. All it has to do is sit there. There’s a lesson here somewhere.
They finally did the laundry. Okay, there hasn’t been much sunshine for a while. But all they had to do was leave some dirty underwear inside the cheapo plastic thing from Walmart and I’d be all right. Not going to happen, is it. Where’s the goddamn basket?!? Doesn’t anybody care? I’ll just go lie down [...]
This is the view from my desk. If you hunt for Taos Mountain on this site via Search or Tags, you’ll find a zillion similar shots, but I don’t care. There’s an acequia (traditional seasonal irrigation ditch from Moorish Spain that looks just like a stream) at the bottom of the hill. That huge aspen [...]
Well, here we go. Is this all there is? Probably. But I think it can take us somewhere. Now look at the colors in the shadows. That was one of the first things I learned from my painting instructor at the college where my wife taught. Before then, I’d never even noticed that shadows have [...]
The profound alienation I often feel has raised its faceless head again. It always comes on suddenly. This time the trigger was another couple our age, retired of course, who moved to Taos a few years ago and love the concerts, readings, and gallery openings… Just wait, I think. I never came for those, although [...]