dream ranch

~ All sky, no cattle ~

My mind seems like these two: Cowboy looking out the window in the morning and the Georgia O’Keeffe print hanging over my bed. Cowboy’s ears remind me of the Very Large Array, and I think he sees deep. O’Keeffe’s painting is far-seeing, too, its monoliths and movement called Road Past the View II.. Intent as …

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This ship of state — this self-obsessed, rusting hulk of retired newspaperman — steadied the moment I felt the stillness of the coming autumn air. No pain this morning, only a sense of the gentle season ahead. I put out fresh water for scrub jays, finches, titmouses and Texas antelope squirrels, grateful that the rattlesnakes …

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The little bit of Martha Stewart in me rose this morning like yeasty dough and grew into a couple of half-baked theories for practical living in New Mexico — namely cheap art and waterless landscaping. Actually, I was up earlier than usual to deal with a community well problem and the sunrise illuminated my habitat. …

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