This is kind of ridiculous. I was just about to write a post about why I hadn’t updated FotoFeed, when my wife suggested we take a drive. I took us west of the Rio Grande Gorge and shot a bucketful of photos on the way back. FotoFeed, no problem! But there was in fact a [...]
There once was a time in Maryland when living in the cold weather meant getting up early to turn the thermostat up. Oh right, most people have programmable thermostats. Well, this was some time back. At any rate, I was always cold! The pitiful heat emitted by the radiators in the last house we owned was no better than the forced air heat the blew in friends’ homes, leading me to invent the phrase, “the dank chill of centrally-heated houses.”
They grow a considerable amount of their own food and draw spiritual sustenance from their very surroundings. They have a magic dog. For some reason I mentioned a survivalist website I visited once that spoke of “doomsteads,” or self-sufficient hideaways in which to weather the approaching storm. I had to explain what doomstead meant, of course. My buddy laughed and said, “Jesus, I’ve lived in doomsteads my entire life!”
See, it’s not all angst and primal bullshit with electrodes jabbed into your spinal cord. Sometimes you walk right into a moment that just works. It happened to me today in the local organic food emporium when I encountered a dangerous, wise-cracking personage of some repute whom I hadn’t seen in quite a while. He [...]
One of the great things about living out here in the West is the joy of road trips. It’s not like back East, where you’re hammered by traffic and congestion. In New Mexico, go just about anywhere: you’ll wonder where the hell everybody went and then be grateful for it. That is not the case [...]
This one could have been a keeper. The amenities of a suburban Taos horse property but authentic, chicken coop included, in a gracious setting I personally trust more than any Gringo Nation enclave. But all of this supposes something set on Planet Earth, not the alternative reality of Taos. The house itself is in an [...]
Taos is perfect for the Indians. They have the best part, and they know it (where the WATER comes from). The Spaniards are still looking for the gold or hoping it goes on sale at Walmart, and the Anglos are just screwed—even the rich ones live on borrowed time, floating through the astounding scenery like [...]
Just a photo for the moment. There haven’t been many posts lately because I’ve been “busy” waiting for direction (which I think I just received)… so have a look at life in Miranda Canyon, a few miles south of Taos. (More verbiage below the image.) I took this from the top of my daily [snort] [...]
Well, it finally learned how to rain again here in New Mexico. This is fine, except that means clouds and that means cold, and I’ll be damned if I’m ready to see it be winter again already. We hardly had a summer anyway. What there was of it, I had to devote to locking my [...]
Don’t do this to me, world. As I sit here in my fleece bathrobe at 4:30 a.m., it may be time to mourn the passing of summer. It’s 45 °F outside, and this boy is thinking about building a (gasp!) fire. I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to, however. The wood stove is [...]