painting my way back to philmont….

  Over lunch, I had commented to my friend that I was shocked we hadn’t suffered any fires yet. The winter and spring had been worrisomely mild, and the winds had howled across April and May. And yet here it was one day from June and New Mexico had hardly...

why we leave new mexico….

  Every June I leave New Mexico ….   and I go to Oregon…     I make this annual journey from the parched mesas of the Southwest to the crashing waves of the Pacific Northwest in order to sleep. My annual pilgrimage to seaside slumber...