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 [...]
Llano Quemado
She no wake up she dead
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 [...]
Elm leaf shadows on a misty window
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 [...]
The thread is thin but worthy
The raccoon knocked the platform feeder down again. It doesn’t take much, just trying to climb the 2×6. He’s wrecked it so many times, I stopped trying to nail it back together and learned to prop it so a scrub jay wouldn’t crash it but a squirrel might. This has raccoon vibe all over. Three [...]
Shaggy cat in window
I‘d been listening to a Tubes song (“White Punks on Dope”) on Spotify. I asked her what she’d like to hear. “Debussy,” she said. So be it. I found some preludes. She’s played them all. She lives for this. You have to feel good where you are, right now. It’s the only rule.
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