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, ...Continue Reading…

 

 

 

 Finally, the hot weather arrived!  We left the house early, before our work day began, and headed for Lake Whatcom, about five minutes away.  What a beautiful morning.  Lots of swallows doing acrobatics over the edges of the lake.