Comments on: Wild Heart http://www.farrfeed.com/2008/02/10/wild-heart/ John Hamilton Farr's Living Planet Mystery Tales from Taos, New Mexico Sat, 11 Feb 2012 03:21:23 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: GravelPit http://www.farrfeed.com/2008/02/10/wild-heart/comment-page-1/#comment-353 GravelPit Mon, 11 Feb 2008 02:47:37 +0000 http://jhfarr.com/farrfeed/2008/02/10/wild-heart/#comment-353 A little further north...Take a left. Been there? The Great Sand Dunes...GOTTA check 'em out. We visited a few months back, after riding the C&T RR...More of just what you're looking for. PS...I'm headed back down to Taos next week for a few days... Wanna "do" breakfast? It's a long time over-due. I've gotta have some green chile hash...It just doesn't exist here. A little further north…Take a left. Been there? The Great Sand Dunes…GOTTA check ‘em out. We visited a few months back, after riding the C&T RR…More of just what you’re looking for.
PS…I’m headed back down to Taos next week for a few days… Wanna “do” breakfast? It’s a long time over-due.
I’ve gotta have some green chile hash…It just doesn’t exist here.

]]> By: John H. Farr http://www.farrfeed.com/2008/02/10/wild-heart/comment-page-1/#comment-356 John H. Farr Sun, 10 Feb 2008 18:16:54 +0000 http://jhfarr.com/farrfeed/2008/02/10/wild-heart/#comment-356 "Ecstatic dread..." That absolutely captures it. I KNEW you had to be a writer, so I googled. :-) Salutations and congrats. As for photos, be sure to visit FotoFeed this coming week. There will be some absolutely killer shots. “Ecstatic dread…”

That absolutely captures it. I KNEW you had to be a writer, so I googled. :-) Salutations and congrats.

As for photos, be sure to visit FotoFeed this coming week. There will be some absolutely killer shots.

]]> By: Gregory LeFever http://www.farrfeed.com/2008/02/10/wild-heart/comment-page-1/#comment-355 Gregory LeFever Sun, 10 Feb 2008 18:08:04 +0000 http://jhfarr.com/farrfeed/2008/02/10/wild-heart/#comment-355 Thank you for capturing a real sensation so accurately. I know what you mean. When we lived in the Midwest and New England, there were occasionally remote places where you needed to exercise caution, but I never felt anything like that ecstatic dread you cite until we moved west. There's just something so huge and so open and so forbidding that it takes your breath away ... and can make you sing, as you so aptly put it. It's as if the lack of visual boundaries lifts you from your physical boundaries and sets your spirit soaring. Sitting here in the comfort of my urban Oregon home on a Sunday morning it's easy to forget those feelings, so again I thank you, John, for reminding me. Great photos! Thank you for capturing a real sensation so accurately. I know what you mean. When we lived in the Midwest and New England, there were occasionally remote places where you needed to exercise caution, but I never felt anything like that ecstatic dread you cite until we moved west. There’s just something so huge and so open and so forbidding that it takes your breath away … and can make you sing, as you so aptly put it. It’s as if the lack of visual boundaries lifts you from your physical boundaries and sets your spirit soaring. Sitting here in the comfort of my urban Oregon home on a Sunday morning it’s easy to forget those feelings, so again I thank you, John, for reminding me. Great photos!

]]> By: K.J. Webb http://www.farrfeed.com/2008/02/10/wild-heart/comment-page-1/#comment-354 K.J. Webb Sun, 10 Feb 2008 14:14:22 +0000 http://jhfarr.com/farrfeed/2008/02/10/wild-heart/#comment-354 Bravo, my friend. The authentic Farr (to this reader anyhow) usually speaks from the wilderness and expresses self-doubt along with those ecstatic meditations on dolce far niente. The fried pie was a particularly good touch in this context. Made me slobber and salivate something unholy. Felt like stealing a look at a girly calendar in church (which I did once on a dare). Bravo, my friend. The authentic Farr (to this reader anyhow) usually speaks from the wilderness and expresses self-doubt along with those ecstatic meditations on dolce far niente. The fried pie was a particularly good touch in this context. Made me slobber and salivate something unholy. Felt like stealing a look at a girly calendar in church (which I did once on a dare).

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