(First posted March 12, 2015. This year’s Father’s Day post — “Rain in the Pecos for Father’s Day” — is just below this Canyon Road story). My father and I were photographed in Percy’s Field, a brushy couple of acres running down from Canyon Road down to the Santa Fe River. The day was bright and …
A hundred decisions during my 65 years led to me stay in New Mexico. But it started with blue sky, red earth and the brush of the wind through the piñons. I first lived in Las Vegas, New Mexico, after a Norman Rockwell start in central Ohio. Then it was a brief stay in stolid …
It takes a long time to clear your head of election-year crud. You’re like a hard-pushed car engine with fouled plugs, oil change long overdue. I awoke twice last night with nightmares about imagined newspaper mistakes. But I am hoping my mind can return to it’s briefly euphoric state just before nodding off on Nov. …
Question: How many Santa Feans does it take to change a light bulb? Answer: Three. One to change the bulb and two to step back and say how good things used to look.
As often happens with me, but not often enough, I drifted onto a Calvin Trillin trail this morning. He wrote one of my favorite descriptions of Santa Fe. Here’s the key passage, which I keep framed in my affordable, some-distance-from-Santa Fe home to remind me of certain habits and lifestyle developments I mean to avoid: …
Bigfoot searches in the nearby Valles Caldera and riot tours at the old Penitentiary of New Mexico have me thinking about the condition of my adopted hometown, Santa Fe. I still love the place and have thought I would like retire there, but some of the changes since my days at Acequia Madre Elementary School– …
dream ranch 