Garden of Eden

Walking Fool [Updated]

by John Hamilton Farr on March 30, 2012 · 4 comments

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It’s been something of a rough week for me here. When I got up this morning after yesterday’s $2,000 hour at the dentist, I wasn’t much better in the mood department, so my wife suggested I go walking at the Taos Valley Overlook. Therapeutic and strategic (downright brilliant on her part), so I headed off. [...]

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Agua!

by John Hamilton Farr on July 25, 2011 · 0 comments

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The river is a very special place. There’s a whole other world along the banks of the Rio Grande. Farther north, especially, you’ve got eagles, bears, deer, and mountain lions. Migrating ducks and geese are down here in the winter. It’s the strangest thing to stand on the gorge bridge on a sharp clear day, [...]

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Shamanic Epiphany Rant

by John Hamilton Farr on July 10, 2011 · 13 comments

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This morning I finally got back to walking. It was the first time in over a month, what with driving back and forth to godforsaken Tucson, idiots running over the gas meter, forest fires, runaway pit bulls, yelling at the neighbors, freaking out, acting poor and stupid, and the like. The usual Taos drama. I [...]

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El Salto Vista

by John Hamilton Farr on May 22, 2010 · 2 comments

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Sporadic to non-existent posting until about the middle of June, yes, but that won’t stop me from sharing this. You’re looking at the mountain called “El Salto” in the Sangre de Cristos just north of Taos. I shot this from my mesa walk above funky Llano Quemado. Enjoy!

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Easter Message from el Norte: Dropping Out in Situ

by John Hamilton Farr on April 4, 2010 · 2 comments

in Garden of Eden, Yellowhammer Farm

So here I am this Easter morning, having experienced a resurrection of my own these last few days. It’s not the where, but just (?) the “what,” spending every waking moment loving who I am and finally letting go of all the rest. Again and again, however many times it takes until I check out and move on. I’m dropping out to spend the rest of my life on permanent summer vacation–do you remember how that felt, the first time, walking home from school?

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Melt into the Woods

by John Hamilton Farr on March 29, 2010 · 1 comment

in Garden of Eden, Yellowhammer Farm

On our walking route, I sometimes passed by a field of ripening oats or wheat, I never knew which. But more than once, I felt as if the crop was conscious. I kid you not. I felt the spirit of the grain. I was aware of something we don’t have words for, you might say. I am in this respect a raving mystic, I suppose, and I swear to God I’m not making this up.

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I Want a Farm

by John Hamilton Farr on March 21, 2010 · 0 comments

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How slowly these things work. How deep and steady the true things are, yet how easy it is to get used to constant quiet urgings and suppress them. Now I’m finally completing the circle: little Johnny has come home. All my life I’ve sought out open fields, woods, streams, mountains, any kind of natural, unspoiled [...]

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Glory Day

by John Hamilton Farr on October 22, 2009 · 2 comments

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Today was one of those that snapped everything in two. Forget the mud, forget the poverty, forget the cold… I’ve told the story a dozen times about how an old friend in Maryland once said, “You can’t live on scenery,” but that’s not quite right: I might not be able to live on it, but [...]

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The Chi of Mountain Meadows

by John Hamilton Farr on August 18, 2009 · 0 comments

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There are places here so beautiful and hard to reach — I think that goes together — that they don’t seem of this earth. Or rather, what we’ve become used to thinking of as home is just the palest imitation of the real thing. To me, the mountain meadows are the most sublime. There are [...]

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Extraordinary Day

by John Hamilton Farr on August 14, 2009 · 0 comments

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This is the way for me to live. If every day could be like this one, I’d move through life so smoothly that I’d never leave a wake. When I woke up, it was almost dark! What on earth could be the matter? And then I groggily perceived that it was raining, which it almost [...]

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