A couple of summers ago, I saw the Google Street View car coming down the Interstate 40 onramp at Carlisle Boulevard, parallel to my bike trail, as I was coming home from a ride. I looked a few times, hoping they’d captured my endorphin smile, then forgot about it. This evening I remembered to check:
Grasshopper hangin’ out in our backyard piñon:
Swirls as the muddy Rio Grande passed through Albuquerque this morning: (Much electronic manipulation of the image to bring out those colors. It was pretty, but not quite that pretty.)
From a letter to Franz Kafka: Sir, You have made me unhappy. I bought your ‘Metamorphosis’ as a present for my cousin, but she doesn’t know what to make of the story. As quoted in the Economist’s review of Kafka: The Years of Insight.
This cover from the Santa Fe Reporter, New Mexico’s favorite alt-weekly, has created a bit of a ruckus: No, I’m not talking about the bikini-clad Lady of Gaudalupe. I’m talking about the saguaros, those two tall-armed cacti in the distance. This outrage must not stand. “New Mexico?” Chris Clarke wrote last year. “No tienen saguaros.” …
If you’re going to introduce a chainsaw in the first act, you’d better be sure you cut down a tree by the end of the play.
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