This morning’s wildfire smoke started me thinking about our last big snow. It was December 2006 and it was a big one for the upper Middle Rio Grande valley. A record-setting 11.3 inches landed on the airport in Albuquerque. We got close to a couple of feet up here in Placitas. That is my late …
Fire season is obviously here when you can’t see Cabezon in the morning. It is 60 miles west of me, across the Rio Grande. Usually it is a clear landmark, the most visible among the Rio Puerco volcanic necks. I am staying inside instead of taking my usual early walk with Cowboy. There’s even a …
East and west, Tuesday, May 25, around 8 p.m.
Sometimes you have to drop everything when the Rio Puerco lights up. In this case, a pot of green chile stew for Sunday was bubbling on the stove and I was about to put a batch of Martha Stewart’s Kitchen Sink Cookies in the oven. But this just lasted for minutes.
After reading about the latest Santa Fe style controversy — “Santa Fe takes battle over green house to court” — I wanted to revisit an old New Yorker cartoon. It helps me keep my head on straight. I have to note, though, that hysterical style debates don’t just happen in Santa Fe. I moved …
Normal hair day. Many are out for breakfast in Placitas and the Range is reopening in Bernalillo. A couple of characters show up for a drink. Some share. Some pig out. Then the tricksters come straggling home from last night. (A jackalope leaves a prickly pear half chomped). They’ve passed this way before and one …
Enough to get me started.
Maybe it’s because sandhill cranes are starting to return north from our Middle Rio Grande Valley that I keep thinking of this Assiniboine story about the creation of seasons. I came across the story in an essay called Long Time Ago by the late James Welch. I liked his line, “It is remarkable how logical …
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