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Twenty-Six Years

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Twenty-Six Years

The chamisa is still gray. The bosque along the acequia looks like charcoal drawings of itself. The mornings are cold enough that my coffee goes lukewarm before I finish it.

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Roaring Silhouettes: The Fire That Started It

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Roaring Silhouettes: The Fire That Started It

I was near the Jemez Mountains the summer a wildfire moved through. I watched from distance as a hillside I'd hiked became something else entirely. And I kept thinking: something is happening here that isn't only destruction.

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What a Brushstroke Knows That Words Don't

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What a Brushstroke Knows That Words Don't

I spent a Saturday in June at a gallery in Santa Fe watching people look at paintings. Not the paintings themselves — the people looking at them.

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The Desert Taught Me to Shut Up

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The Desert Taught Me to Shut Up

Santa Fe in February is quiet in a specific, instructive way. The tourists are gone. The sky is pewter and enormous. The mountains look serious. I moved here partly because I needed a place that would not accommodate noise.

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What November Does

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What November Does

First week of November 2023, Belize: I am here with my great friend Monique and her sister, and we are having an incredible time. The sea air is warm, the light is golden, and every day feels open and alive.

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