This is the full version of the partial draft that went out accidentally last night! (“It was a sharp, disgusting late winter day,” etc.) Read how Juan del Llano rides the range and dances with weasels.
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Best o’ the Blog: Essays, Stories, & Confessions
Greetings! Below is a sampling of some of the best recent writing here at FarrFeed. I generally write about New Mexico, Taos, Nature, transcendental weirdness, my ongoing involuntary education, and who did what to whom. Uplifting, gruesome, and hilarious. You may even shed a tear. There are over 1,500 posts at this site, and many that aren’t listed here are excellent, so feel free to go exploring. If you’re new to the blog, though, this is a good place to start. – JHF
I just had a very close encounter with a big brown hawk. A couple of feet away would qualify, yes? This happened less than a mile from home. I was at the top end of the road where the pavement ends. About two singlewides from my turn, I drove all at once into a screaming [...]
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You know the drill: don’t try this at home! (I’ll leave it to you to figure out just what that is.) This FotoFeed image shows where I was. What we have here is a cool video I just created of footage shot while descending from the west side of the Rio Grande gorge to the [...]
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Behold the room that makes life here possible! (I shot the image below in the late afternoon while testing the Pentax K-x’s in-camera high dynamic range processing and then tweaked it a bit more.) I hope your home has a space like this that’s warm, where you can eat, sit, have a drink, or dry [...]
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Remember this post? Hah! Now we’ve got a video. Here’s the background: In 1981 after Reagan was inaugurated, I wrote a song called “2011″ [pronounced twenty-eleven] about a dystopian future I was sure would follow. Riffing on a film based on a Harlan Ellison novel called “A Boy and His Dog,” the idea was, I’d [...]
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When we landed in New Mexico, our first home was in San Cristobal. Hardly anyone can imagine, even in New Mexico, how pristine those mountains are and what a holy joy it was to live there. The upper end of the valley backs up to wilderness. You can follow a trail all the way to [...]
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At the time I discovered the mysterious path through the trees, I was sneaking along a fence, trying to avoid a mysterious RV parked back in the bushes by the side of the dirt track we call “Davenport Road” because of the old sofa lying in the sagebrush. A little more than halfway on my [...]
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Some of the plums had already fallen, so I knew the others were ready to pick. As I stood there pulling them into the colander one by two, I heard the steady, whispered “whoop, whoop, whoop” of raven wings. At beat four he flew overhead and whoop-whooped out of sight. There were a lot of [...]
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My sister died last night. I can’t imagine life without her on this earth. Teresa my buddy, my friend, my teacher… She found out sometime in May that she had terminal liver cancer. For the record, that means you starve and swell up until something breaks. Last night it did, apparently while I was lying [...]
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There’s no way I can tell you when I came into possession of this thing, but perhaps my wife remembers. It may have been in a box of family relics Granny gave me, who knows? But it’s a typical Farr family artifact, because it’s totally plebian: a kitchen fork… I know it belonged to her [...]
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