Welcome to the family this little Winnebago Brave, older than me at 43 years of age, a child of 1972. Recently took her to the Four Corners Monument in New Mexico. Our 18 footer was somewhat dwarfed by a rather shiny Class A RV owned by fellow bloggers Pam and Randy Warner.
Met these two (four?) in downtown Albuquerque the other day. They were dealing with a homeless man peeing in a doorway not far from the high school. Despite my inopportune arrival they were terribly polite and took time to answer my questions. Continue reading
On a wander recently I came across American Wild Life Taxidermy. The sign on the door said ‘Open’ so I decided it was an opportunity not to be missed. The owner seemed busy but kindly let me see what they were working on. He led me back into the shop where a younger man was removing the flesh from a large (and clearly fresh) pelt with a circular electric blade. Continue reading
As modern life became more processed, filtered, and digital, delivered through screens to the eyes and brain, I decided to open up another avenue of consciousness by cultivating my senses. I’d always listened very closely to music. Now I started listening in the same way to birdsong, insect noise, the different sounds that wind and traffic can make, the rhythms that form and dissolve in the urban grind and clatter. When people came to my wooden-floored house, I paid close attention to the weight and rhythm of their footsteps, and tried to learn the sound of their gaits, so I could recognise them as they walked up the stone path to the front door.
Charles Bowden who lived in Las Cruces, New Mexico was an author and journalist who often wrote voraciously about life in the Southwest. He is most famous perhaps for the book Down by the River, non-fiction about the drug trade and brutality of the border towns. Writers might enjoy this short video on youtube from 2005 where he describes his beliefs and process.