A woman gazes through a window at the Bario Asal Longhouse as rain pummels the area. I started this post a few days ago, before this and this and this. Before nature smacked Colorado with a torrent of “biblical” proportions, a storm of the century, possibly the millennium. Here in New Mexico, too, we are…Continue readingWhat is Rain?
We camped one night at Seminole Canyon State Park, a high and dry spot atop a deep gouge shaped by millennia of river runoff gushing across the land. We were the only campers that hot July night, when temperatures rose to 108 degrees by day and barely dipped with darkness. We took a breezy perch…Continue readingFood of the Rio Grande Ancestors
(Guest post by Jerry) Welcome back! The Rambler was down there for a bit, but certainly not out. A webhosting snafu kept the blog software from finding and reading the rich, well-reported database of Truth, that is the essence of Ramblingspoon (Techno babble: php scripts inexplicably stopped fetching data from the SQL database. Had to…Continue readingWow. That stung a bit.
Good friends offer you beautiful garlic harvested from their garden (above). They also look after your place when you’re away. We’re lucky to have such friends. We’re taking off for a bit, heading south and east to follow the Rio Grande to the Gulf of Mexico. This is part of Jerry’s new project to document…Continue readingSouth, East
Ever hear a sandhill crane directly overhead? The voice is a warble with a prehistoric ring, the wings a primordial whooosh. These are sounds in evidence of lifecycles that have endured far longer than we. The birds visit New Mexico each year in an ancient ritual that maps their lives from the far northern reaches…Continue readingThese Old Waters that Feed