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 [...]
Not ready for this, neither physically or emotionally. But it’s a-comin’, boys.
The amazing thing about summer in the terrible high desert is that when it finally gets here, it isn’t summer any more. That is, nothing like emigrant flatlanders remember. I’m not complaining, though! Here it is July, but that down comforter stays right on the bed. In a few weeks, I’ll be closing windows, too. [...]
It feels like a turning point of some kind. After all, snow on the mountain is spring with a bullwhip! (That’s the only good line you’re getting out of me tonight, it’s just too late.) Also, I told the truth all neat and clean for once. Not only did I not get killed, but true [...]
Springtime in the Rockies, as the saying goes. I even let us run out of wood, because I thought the warm weather would last. What you’re looking at here is an all-too typical early May afternoon at 7,000 feet, about forty-one degrees when I shot this image of Taos Mountain in between snow squalls. That’s [...]