Taos Mountain from Mabel Dodge Luhan House. Photo by Christa Gallopoulos, www.carryitforward.com
Before Taos, chop wood, carry water.
After Taos, chop wood, carry water.
There was the land, the Place. A cerulean sky filled with billowing white clouds. The scent of sagebrush and a whiff of rain. Shades of terra cotta, burnt ochre and pale jade. Thunderclouds sculpted by unseen hands. Ever-shifting light on hills, now golden-orange, now blood-red, now pale lemon. Dry, dusty, rocky. Surprisingly green.
Mabel Dodge Luhan House
Thunder Clouds in the East
Magpies and pigeons roosting in cottonwoods. Coos and hoots and caws. Dogs and coyotes yipping at night. Curved adobe walls, wooden posts and beams, lace curtains lifted by the breeze. The ghosts of Mabel, Georgia, Ansel and so many more walked among us, peering over our shoulders, nodding in approval.
Magpie at Mabel's. Photo by Christa Gallopoulos, www.carryitforward.com
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