I am a retired newspaper guy with an adopted blue heeler. I read, write and walk between Albuquerque and Santa Fe, in the Sandia Mountain foothills, a few miles east of the Rio Grande.
Dream Ranch is a blog. I occasionally chip in an essay, although they may be more like newspaper columns, written in a couple of hours or less. The ease of the iPhone got me interested me in illustrating my posts. I admire Charlie Russell’s illustrated postcards and letters. These days, I take bird pictures with a little Canon Powershot with a telescoping lense.
My roots reach back to Granville, Ohio, but Santa Fe, New Mexico, where I attended Acequia Madre Elementary School, feels like home, even though I have lived the last 31 years in Placitas, New Mexico, another good place. Dream Ranch is a postage stamp on the landscape but with long views and adjacent public land.
Once upon a time, I was a paperboy, a dishwasher, a firefighter, a trail builder and a bartender. I was a terrible student and always a dreamer. I broke into the business without a college degree and worked from 1974 to 2015 as a reporter and editor at the Santa Fe New Mexican, Santa Fe Reporter and Albuquerque Journal.
Wikipedia tells me there were more than 156 million blogs worldwide when I started mine. I am happy if I can entertain a few relatives and friends. And it keeps me typing.
Finding my way in the literary wilderness hasn’t been easy. I’ve always been a slow learner. I’ve been on this path since a spring day in 1960, walking along a gurgling Acequia Madre on my way to the sixth grade, first verse tucked in a pocket. It’s fun as long as I don’t set the bar too high. Related to all this is an an essay I wrote about essays, called Essays: https://dreamranch.blog/2017/10/20/essays/
The cover photo is one of our 2020 summer of record heat and wildfire smoke with the sun setting, from my perspective, just to the north of Cabezon.