Taos

Of a Sunday Afternoon

by John Hamilton Farr on January 9, 2012 · 4 comments

in FotoFeed, Taos

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 [...]

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More Old Adobe Winter Lore

by John Hamilton Farr on December 28, 2011 · 17 comments

in Taos

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.”

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Merry Christmas from Taos

by John Hamilton Farr on December 24, 2011 · 3 comments

in Best o' the Blog, Taos

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!”

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Good Taos Day

by John Hamilton Farr on December 15, 2011 · 10 comments

in Taos

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 [...]

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Arizona Trip Notes

by John Hamilton Farr on December 13, 2011 · 16 comments

in Taos, Travel

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 [...]

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Taos Housing Story No. 349

by John Hamilton Farr on November 25, 2011 · 17 comments

in Taos

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 [...]

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Moving to Taos

by John Hamilton Farr on November 13, 2011 · 3 comments

in Best o' the Blog, Taos

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 [...]

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Happy Valley

by John Hamilton Farr on October 11, 2011 · 3 comments

in Taos

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] [...]

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Leaks, Tar, & Broken Brooms

by John Hamilton Farr on October 5, 2011 · 15 comments

in Taos

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 [...]

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Good Morning from Llano Quemado!

by John Hamilton Farr on September 5, 2011 · 0 comments

in Taos

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 [...]

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