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 [...]
old Taos
There’s too much going on and moving much too fast. I’ve written this post at least six times. Each version was completely different and obsolete by dawn.
Wild apricot tree with mesa cow scapula wind-bonker
Oh man. Time for a change! I hope there’s a next phase. Well, I mean, there will be, but I hope I like it. In the meantime, here’s the apricot tree by the wood pile.
This is a still taken from a video. There are about 1,000 more of these birds out of sight in a tree.
Just a little something to break the usual rush of events. These are remarkable birds. They usually descend onto feeding platforms in huge flocks, making cries that sound very much like seagulls.
Here we are and this is what we do, both feet flat on the ground. You just put one foot in front of the other, her father told her. We just go until we stop, she said.
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