September 19

2020
There is no sorrow
That can’t be soothed by a fire
And a hammock chair
2019 White Sands
Early sandy morn
A deep stillness swallows sound
I see a small fox
2017
"it's just a bad ball,"
Comments the calm, quiet voice.
I'm not watching golf.

Old boy Chip and I
Both wanted to doze inside.
Young pup dragged us out.
At the cricket pitch,
Modern day circle of stones
On the windy hill.
The hill ponies leave,
So we take a look around.
It's a bit smelly.
2015
Taos hosts Meow Wolf Spider:
Market behind him,
Striding towards Taos Mountain;
Can't he smell chilis?
2014
For a year I've passed a rustic sign, posted on Hwy 14: "Potter, 400 yds," with an arrow pointing west. Finally followed the arrow, and discovered New Mexico's Best Potter for 2014. Wonderful work, both art sculptures and functional pieces.

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